Sam chuckled at her statement about his eyes.  Irene was able to read him and that didn’t scare him at all.  She was the one person he’d let see what he was thinking.  The rest of the world was not so welcome.  He did want to fuck her . . . always . . . ever since she gave him attitude . . . sass . . . at the bar.  Despite how their relationship had changed he hoped that that part of her would always be there.  He liked having someone who could get in his way when he was a bit too full of himself.<br/>Now he wanted only to hold her . . . to have her soft feminine body against his.  There was some thing very nice, he thought, about the prospects of waking up with her each morning.  ‘Yep Sam Markham . . . you got it bad for the woman.’  He grinned in agreement with his brain’s chatter.<br/><br/>“I’m not set on Montana . . . it is beautiful country I believe . . . but I ain’t hankering to use no privy in the dead of winter.  Nope Irene . . . you sure enough sold me on that.  Maybe one day there’ll be someone who figures out how to get the privy inside for places like that.   But aside from that . . . snuggling with you for warmth for most of the year sounds right appealing.  I guess you could say that we’re gonna test that theory tonight. Huh?”<br/><br/>Sam sighed as his hand cupped one of Irene’s lush breasts.  He grinned as he teased her nipple into fullness.  She sure as hell had lovely breasts and he enjoyed them.  He chuckled as he recalled how much of her he liked just as much as her tits . . . umm breasts.  He smiled into a kiss.  It was a lazy soft one but deep in the emotion that it carried.  He’d never felt so much like giving himself to anyone . . . but to Irene he was perfectly ready.<br/><br/>When the kiss broke, Irene settled into him in the most perfect and pleasant way.  They hugged and Sam closed his eyes as he savored all the ways she filled his senses.  At that moment taste was the only absent one and he’d thoroughly tasted her enough that he could still savor her flavor on his lips.  Whether he could in fact, didn’t mean anything to him.  Sam was having a lovely moment just holding her.  When she spoke about his idea midnight lovemaking and yawned, he opened his eyes and sighed.<br/><br/>“Yeah I know honey.  I can read them too . . . but I was thinking more the middle of the night . . . which for us doesn’t really commence until we fall asleep.  Waking to make love to you Irene just seems like the most perfect thing.  But I’m too tired now to do much about it besides kiss, hold and touch you.  God I surely do like those things.”<br/><br/>He squeezed her into him and let her go as he closed his eyes.  He whispered just before sleep took him . . . ”I do love you Irene . . . I know it’s sudden . . . but I truly do . . . hey  . . . what time is breakfast over around here . . . I imagine I’ll be hungry when we wake up . . . Night babe . . . ”  Before the words that were in his brain could get out, Sam Markham was asleep with a smile on his face.<br/><br/>