"Don't know," Sam whispered. And she honestly didn't know; she couldn't imagine why they hadn't done this before when they were so good at it. Good at it together.

If she had anything to say about it, they wouldn't be wasting that kind of time again, she thought, rocking her hips against his and feeling that little shudder that she knew meant she was getting close. Not when the way he touched her felt so good, his fingers sliding over her hips in a way that madeher want to press back against his hands just to feel him holding her there.