Irene felt giddy as he talked, watching his face, her eyes drinking him in. She brushed Sam’s hair back as he admitted wanting her for another day...to know her better.  It seemed to her that he knew her better than anyone else in the world; he knew her body, and that was for certain.  She chuckled as he said “torta” talking about them going out together.<br/><br/>The girls didn’t walk out with their clients.  Irene didn’t care.  She was fascinated by Sam.  He wasn’t your average gunslinging lawman.  He seemed to have an above average insight and a calm, though very warm, temperament that thought before reacting, as he’d shown when dealing with her emotional state.  He’d teased her.  But, he’d not made fun.<br/><br/>When his teeth returned the favor hers had bestowed upon him, she only shivered and tilted her head to give him her shoulder.  He made her feel beautiful.  He was such a handsome man... He turned his attention to her mouth and there was something raw in the kiss.  Irene’s passion flared; she met his kiss unblinking.<br/><br/>Irene felt a peculiar calmness wash over her.  It was like someone poured a clinging, viscous liquid over her and it wrapped her in calm warmth.  She leaned into Sam, her tongue claiming his, now.  Her lips were demanding as she kissed him, like it was her right.<br/><br/>She laughed, grabbing around his neck as he stood up, carrying her to the bed.  What now? She wondered, a new excitement filling her.  What new trick was Sam going to share with her?<br/><br/>When he came down over her, she drew up her knees, resting her heels on his buttocks, her knees by his shoulders as his kisses became wild, savage.  She liked this new speed, meeting him as they kissed like they might do each other a harm---if they continued or if they stopped.  His fingers worked their magic as she eased her feet from his back to the bed, jerking her hips as he found the right combination once more to give her a release.  She jerked her hips, her hands tightly gripping his forearms as she growled her pleasure in hisses.<br/><br/>She wasn’t quite done when Sam lifted and turned her like she was a doll.  Irene covered his hands as he spun her around and hugged her to him, his warm hands over her firm breasts, the nipples hardening against his palms.  She liked feeling him along her back, glad when he pressed closer.<br/><br/>“Oh, Sam...honey, I don’t say what I don’t mean.  It’s why I’m not so pop--...”  She ended that line.  Sam was the only man, now.<br/><br/>She followed his bidding, reaching out to the headboard and grabbing hold as he kissed down her spine.  Irene shivered.  She wanted to touch him, watch him.  She could see the benefit others felt to putting mirrors in their rooms.  But, she’d given him the reins and she braced herself for what was to come, wriggling her shoulders as the chill from his lips ran over her.<br/>