Irene was drawn into the embrace, tense at first, and then relaxing as Sam touched her.  She slid her arms around him, clasping her hands behind his back, enjoying his strong warmth against her.<br/><br/>"Oh, Sam...  I love you, too," she sighed.  She stepped back from him, grasping one of his hands and pulling him towards the bed.<br/><br/>"How do you want me, Sam?" she asked and hated that she'd asked many men that very same question.  She tried not to let the thoughts show, her smile seductively in place.  She lifted one leg to kneel on the edge of the bed, moving to kneel there before him, waiting for his input on the next moves.