Holy. Shit.

The world is spinning. My heart is racing. And Sam told me he loves me.

He kisses my forehead and slowly pulls out, lying next to me and wrapping me in his embrace.

“I love you, Chloe Fisher,” he says, voice still breathy. “I’ve loved you for years. I needed to say it again.”

“I like hearing it. And I love you, too.”

He pushes up on one elbow and brushes my hair back. “I’m sorry for being such an idiot before. I never should have let you run away.”

“You shouldn’t have, but I forgive you. We were young. I’m not going to hold it over your head forever.”

“Good.” He smiles and kisses me again. My heart is racing and I’m sure it’s going to be that way the rest of the night. I slip away to use the bathroom and clean up, hurrying to get back to bed and next to Sam. He spoons his large body around mine and slowly drags his fingers up and down my arm. I want to stay awake and soak up every second of this moment. Things finally fell into place, and I know there are still details to work out, but for right now, everything is how it should be.

“Good morning.”

My eyes flutter open, and I turn my head up, looking at Sam. I’m still enveloped in his arms.

“Morning,” I say back, voice thick with sleep. I stretch out and roll over, resting my head on Sam’s chest. “You were right.”

“I usually am, but I’m gonna need you to specify this one.”

“You’re an idiot.” I splay my fingers on his bare chest. “We could have been doing this for years.”

He pulls me closer and kisses my neck. “We’ll have to make up for it.”

“Mhhh,” I moan, agreeing with him. “But let me pee first.” My eyes flutter shut, and I lie there for another few seconds before finally forcing myself up. I can feel his eyes on me as I walk butt naked out of the room and into the bathroom. I clean myself up as fast as I can, quickly brush my teeth, and run a comb through my hair.

Sam isn’t in the bedroom when I get back. Clanking dishes echo from the kitchen, and I smile as I grab a pair of sleeper shorts and a tank top. I get dressed and go downstairs, finding Sam by the coffeepot. Two mugs are out, and the smell of coffee fills the air. He’s wearing just boxers, and his hair is even messier than usual. I smile, feeling all hot inside since I know his hair is messy due to how much time he spent between my legs last night.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” he says, pushing off the counter and coming over to me. He wraps me in his arms and kisses me, slow and gentle at first. He moves one hand up, balling my hair in his fist and pulls my head to the side, lips going to my neck. He remembers exactly how much I like it.

I slip my hand inside his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his cock. I pump my hand up and down, and then push him away, dropping to my knees.

“Fuck,” he groans as I pull his boxers down and take his cock in my mouth. One hand lands on the top of my head, taking a tangle of hair in his fist. I start slow, sucking and licking my way up and down his big dick. Then I take him in my mouth again, sure I’m going to gag when I try to fit that entire thing in my mouth. I impress myself with my lack of gagging, and Sam certainly seems to enjoy it.

He stops me right before he comes and pulls me up. Kissing my neck, he reaches inside my shorts.

“You’re wet already,” he breathes, breath hot on my skin.

“You make me wet,” I groan back, pussy begging for more. He runs his finger over my clit, and I let my eyes fall shut. “Take me upstairs.” Unable to break apart, we stumble our way through the kitchen and end up falling together on the living room floor.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows are right next to us, and if anyone was out on the lake today, they could see inside. But that doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is Sam and getting him naked and on top of me.

And then inside of me.

He strips me of my sleeper shorts and moves over me. I reach down and grab his cock, rubbing the tip against my clit. I’m already turned on, already close to coming. And so is Sam.

Holding himself up on his elbows, he kisses me right as the orgasm ripples through me. My center contracts wildly, and without waiting for the climax to subside, Sam pushes that big dick into me. It sends another jolt to my core, and I cry out.

“Fuck me hard,” I pant, feeling another orgasm building on top of the other he just gave me.

Sam delivers, and I come hard the second time, just moments before he does. Both breathing hard, Sam rests his head on my forehead, holding himself there as his cock pulses inside of me.

“Yeah,” he pants. “I definitely like this morning routine.”

I run my hands over his muscular back, ears still ringing from that intense double orgasm. “Me too. It’s a good way to start the day.”

“The best.” He kisses me and slowly pulls out, reaching down for my shorts. I get up, going straight to the bathroom to pee and wipe myself up. Sam’s boxers are in the kitchen, and the coffee is done when we both get back in there the second time.

“Want to take that outside?” I ask, watching Sam pour two cups full.

“If you do, yeah.” He sets his cup and takes me around the waist again, looking into my eyes.

My body is still humming, and his words only add to it. I’ve been floating on cloud nine since last night when he told me he loved me. Throw in the amazing, best-I’ve-ever-had sex, and it’s not surprising why I’m still hovering with my feet off the ground.

“I have to go back to Chicago tomorrow,” he says, and suddenly I’m crashing onto the ground. He plants a kiss on my forehead and gets both mugs of coffee. “I work on Wednesday, so I’ll need to get a good night’s sleep tomorrow night.” We slowly make our way to the screened-in porch.

“You work twelve-hour shifts, right?” I ask, remembering him mention it during dinner last night when he and Rory were talking about life in the OR.

“Yeah, but I can easily get stuck at the trauma center for longer.” He takes a sip of coffee. “I shouldn’t say stuck, that makes it sound like a bad thing.”

“Even I don’t want to work any longer than I have to,” I tell him and go out the screen door. “And I can work while day-drinking on the couch.”

Sam chuckles. “Lucky.”

“Oh, I know. How do you get held over at work?”

“Sometimes surgeries take longer than we expected, or someone will come in right before it’s my time to leave. I don’t just stop as soon as the clock hits seven.”

“Makes sense.”

We left the blanket on the dock last night, and I give Sam my coffee so I can shake it out and then fold it for us to sit on. I dangle my feet over the water, not as scared to stick them in since it’s not dark out.

“I work Wednesday through Friday this week and then have Saturday off and am on-call Sunday evening,” Sam starts. “I don’t know if you’re able, but I want you to come for the weekend.”

I just took another drink of coffee and turn, looking at him before I can answer.

“If you want to,” he adds and puts his coffee down. “I meant what I said, Chloe. I regret not making things right between us just as much as I regret not telling you how I felt from the start. I know you’re in LA and I’m in Chicago.” He pushes my hair back. “But I want you in my life.”