The lack of a bra with her breasts was a surprise, but a nice one. Ordinarily, he'd get out of his jeans himself, but he couldn't resist her. His hands went directly to her breasts, cupping them and learning their weight, thumbing across the nipples that his mouth wanted to taste.

As soon as she opened his fly and started pushing at his jeans, Sam forced his hands away from her breasts to pick her up again and carry her over to the bed. While stepping out of his shoes, he dumped her onto it, then he shoved his jeans off to the ground with his boxers and went after her pants.

He was blindingly hard, but he wanted to taste her more than anything. Wanted to make her feel good and forget the disorientation of arriving here.