37
Tiff
Should it have been strange that Sam hadn’t been at my place before?Probably.But it was always so damn convenient to end up in his apartment.I hadn’t even realized until tonight.
It was just another way we’d separated reality from … whatever this was.Everything that had happened with Sam had only ever existed between the walls of that building, and now I was extending that boundary.Pushing.As always.
I caught my toes scrunching the rug and ceased their incessant movement and huffed an incredulous laugh at myself.I didn’t get nervous!I’d had lots of lovers in my apartment before; this one was no different.
No.Different.
Except he really was.And if I knew him at all, he’d probably have a million ordered and rational reasons why it was a better idea for us to stop seeing each other (probably in some pros and cons list, I was sure).I shouldn’t find that so cute, but I was beyond help at this point, apparently.
So, what to do?
Normally (if this was in any way normal or something I’d considered before), I would bulldoze my way through it.But I wasn’t sure I wanted to do that this time.Theo had said that I preferred casual so no one could hurt me, and … My knee began bouncing quickly in place.I stilled it, but the restless energy beneath it pulsed under my skin.
The fluttering in my ribcage started again.
Sam’s sharp knock startled me, and I laughed out loud at myself.I was being ridiculous.This was Sam.Pain in the ass, hot as sin, sweet, caring …
Okay.I needed to get myself together.Right this second.
Jesus.
I yanked open the door with more effort than was necessary, adrenaline driving me.“Hey, you’re here.”
“I am,” he said, amused.It set off a firework of goosebumps throughout my body.Damn him for looking so good.“Are you going to invite me in, or should we continue this in the hallway?”
He was infuriating.And irresistible.I rolled my eyes, grabbing a fistful of his shirt, and pulled him into a fierce kiss.“Get in here already.”
“So,” he said, between kisses, “this is your place.”
“Mm-hmm.”I pushed him back against the now-closed door.“Want a tour?”
Sam’s fingers dipped under the waistband of my jeans, not pushing but lingering as we parted.His eyes darted behind me, taking in the rest of the apartment with a soft grin.“Sure.”
His hands drew out from where they rested but never strayed from me as I showed him around the small space.Eventually, we settled on the couch, and I lost time to long, slow kisses and the comfort of Sam’s body against mine.
When he sucked a bruise ontothatspot below my ear, I wanted to tattoo an X there.
When the bulldog that lived upstairs barked so loudly it startled us both into giggles mid-thrust, I wanted to bottle my happiness for rainy days.
And, when I was close to the edge, Sam’s whispered, “Always so good.Needed this.Needed you,” pushed me into a full-body orgasm.I wanted to crack open my ribs and bind him to my soul.
Afterward, I wasn’t about to make him trek back across the city, so it made more sense for him to stay (purely a logistical decision).Leaving our clothes where they’d been discarded, I slipped naked into my bed while Sam used the bathroom.
The bed dipped down behind me, his warm flesh a welcome presence along my back, ass, and thighs.Everything except … “Fuck!Your feet are freezing!”
His chuckle wormed its way into my gut, spreading warmth everywhere it wasn’t already.He tugged at my arm.“You’re the one who’s cold.Turn around, let me warm you up.”
I did.I shouldn’t.
Facing him, I tangled our legs together, and his arms returned around me.He hummed a low, pleased sound.“Better?”
I made a non-committal hum.Didn’t want him thinking anything special.“Just don’t let me fall asleep on you.”Wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
Only I couldn’t fool myself that my reasons were purely selfless.Theo’s damn words were now plastered across my brain.Let someone in.Just … let them in.Right.Because it was that easy.
