She slowly pushed off my chest, rubbing her eyes. She was still half asleep, didn’t seem to realize she was naked and didn’t lift the sheet to cover herself as she sat up. All I could think about at that moment was tracing a circle around a light pink nipple with my tongue and feeling her body squirm under me, the way it had over and over again last night. I became very familiar with every inch of her amazing body in the hours before we finally fell asleep, and my cock hardened immediately at the memory.
Sam looked down at herself, and with an adorable blush on her cheeks, glanced up at me and giggled. Even though last night was all kinds of wrong, everything felt so very right. She had to feel that way too. I never had such an intense connection with anyone before Sam.
“I need to get going.” Sam let out a long sigh and stood from the bed. She picked up her clothes that were scattered all over the floor, all while still completely naked. She was killing me little by little. I nodded but didn’t pretend to look away.
I grabbed my jeans from last night that had somehow gotten draped over the headboard and slipped them on. Before I got out of bed, Sam was fully dressed and pulling on her jacket.
“I better get home.” Sam gave me a sad smile and lowered her gaze to study the floor. I’d expected her to run out of here and was surprised to see her stalling.
“I’ll walk you downstairs.” I took her hand—she was still in my apartment and still mine—and walked her down the inside steps to the door.
We gazed at each other for a long minute. I could barely keep how I felt about Sam to myself before, how the hell was I supposed to do it now? I didn’t have to wonder anymore how amazing we would be together. Now I knew.God, how I knew.I wanted her so much—allof her. I wanted her to leave Marc and to finally realize she deserved much better than that asshole. I’d treat her like a princess. She wouldn’t want for anything.Be withme, Sam.The desperate thoughts in my head were deafening.
Sam leaned against the back of the door as she looked at me, her eyes filling with tears. I took her face in my hands, my thumbs wiping away what she couldn’t hold in.
“Text me when you get home. The subways run weird this early on the weekend.” She nodded, and I kissed her forehead, lingering and inching my lips down to her eyelids and then her cheeks. I meant to give her just a peck, but once our mouths connected, we lost all control. My hand tangled in her hair as she moaned into my mouth. I pressed my body against hers as she pulled at the hair on the back of my neck, realizing that pretending to be friends was a ship that had long sailed.
“Oh, excuse me—” Cute little elderly Mrs. Taylor had stepped out of her first-floor apartment and was about take her daily stroll to buy the morning paper. She looked at us and chuckled. She’d gotten quite an eyeful of my shirtless self as I groped Sam.
“Sorry to interrupt. I’ll be out of your way in a jiffy. She’s cute, Lucas!”
Sam laughed into my chest as I pulled us away from the door and nodded. “Yes, she sure is,” I replied as Mrs. Taylor scooted her way out the door.
I shook my head, and Sam put her hand on my cheek. “I better go,” she whispered as she gave me one last, soft kiss on the lips before creeping out the door. “We wouldn’t want to wake anyone else, would we?” She waved as she shut the door behind her.
I leaned my head against the wall. Last night was a complete game changer for us. I only prayed that when she walked out of my door, she didn’t walk out of my life.
Eight
Samantha
I spentmost of the train ride home in a daze. Nothing felt real, as if I’d stepped into some kind of an alternate reality. I could still taste Lucas’s lips and feel him moving inside me. I had sex with Lucas effing Hunter—this had to be a dream.
I still remembered the first time I met Lucas at a Fourth of July barbecue at Daina’s house, which now seemed like a lifetime ago.
“Hey, Lucas. This is my friend, Samantha. The one I told you about. She’ll be going to Barnard this September. Maybe you could get her assigned to you, Mr. Hot-Shot Advisor. Samantha, this is my cousin, Lucas.”
Lucas swaggered over to where I was lounging on a beach chair. He leaned over, looking at me like he could see right through me.
“Daina told me all about you, Sam. Pleasure to meet you. I’ll make it my business to have all the pretty girls assigned to me; nice to have a heads-up on one. The man was smooth, I’d give him that. I hated people calling me “Sam” but that mouth could call me whatever it wanted.
I squawked out, “Nice to meet you, Lucas.” He gave me a wink.
“Advisors teach the freshman orientation class; they call it freshman seminar in the class bulletin. I think I’m doing the Tuesday 10:30 class. Did you get your program yet?” Lucas sat on the edge of the beach chair next to me, resting his elbows on his knees. Was it possible for a guy to have sexy knees?
“Um, no. I, uh, haven’t gotten anything.” Lucas was so damn good-looking he made me forget how to speak English.
“I can check when I go into the office in a couple of weeks. What’s your last name?” Lucas licked his lips, and my breath caught in my throat. Good lord, those were perfect lips. He probably really knew how to kiss, too.
“Sam? Want me to give you time to think about it?” The side of his mouth lifted in a smirk.
“O’Rourke, sorry.” If Lucas was my freshman seminar teacher, I probably wouldn’t hear a damn thing he said all semester.
“Hey, Lucas!” Nicole, Daina’s next-door neighbor, called Lucas over to where she was leaning against the wall of Daina’s aboveground pool, her perfect body showcased in a white string bikini. He excused himself and made his way over to where Nicole was standing. Lucas gave her a hello kiss and hug, making me queasy.
Lucas strolled back toward me. “I better go inside and say hi to my aunt before she comes out to smack me, but make sure we exchange numbers before you go. Even if you’re not in my class, I can still help you out and show you around.”
“Wow! That would be great! Thanks, Lucas.”
