“You gonna invite me up, Colette?” He uses his head to gesture toward the folding chair that’s leaning against the house. A remnant from the Sunday Funday a couple weeks back.
“You want to come up?”
“Yeah, sweetheart.”
Is he insinuating something that I just haven’t gotten yet? Is he asking to come up so we can have sex?Surely not.
But what if he is? I need to be frank. Right? I mean, sure, I was just contemplating signing up for one of those sex apps, but this is different. He’s my neighbor. “I’m not sure. I’m—I’m not sure I can just jump into bed with you.” It’s really not my style. Plus, I haven’t shaved anything for a long time. I’m talking weeks. “I talk a big game, Sam.”
He chuckles and runs his hand through his hair, making it look smooth and sexy. How does he do that? “I know, baby girl.”
We stare at one another. I’m not sure what to say. Luckily, Sam takes the lead. Holding his hand out to me, I place mine in his. He tugs me to my feet and into his arms where I belong. I run my hands up his chest to his broad shoulders. They feel perfect there. His arms wrap around me, pulling me close. My body comes alive pressed against his.
“I’ve got a crush on you.”
I bet you thought I said that didn’t you? Nope. Sam’s words.
“You do?”
“I do. Can I kiss you, Colette?”
“Please.”
He bends closer while I push myself up onto my toes. When his lips meet mine, a sense of relief flows through me, like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life and it’s finally here. I pull back just a bit so I can look at him. “Sam.”
“Colette.” His voice is raspy as he moves back in to kiss me with such fierceness, I need more. I crave it. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I pull myself closer. Sam has other ideas. Wrapping me up tight, he pulls me down with him onto the wicker chair. I rearrange myself so I’m on his lap. “Let me know if I’m too heavy.”
“Never.” Sam starts kissing down my neck to my shoulder. I lean forward to do the same to him. When I nibble on his earlobe, he moans in a deep, rich tone.
“Want you in my bed,” he mumbles as his nose finds its way to my cleavage. I press my chest closer to him, encouraging him.
“Yes.”Please.
****
“Huh?” I jerk upright from my spot on the lounge chair. I look left, then right, then down at my lap. At Henry Miller. He’s plopped his big butt onto my lap and he’s licking … well, he’s licking his unmentionables. I feel moisture on the side of my face near my mouth. I draw my arm up and wipe it away with the back of my hand.
Drool.
I was drooling.
And dreaming.
That whole thing was a stupid dream.
Flopping back in my seat, I sigh in defeat. Not only was that entire thing a dream, but Henry Miller woke me up just as it was getting good.
“God. I really need to get laid.”
“Is that so?”
I look to my left and see him standing at the bottom of my deck. Just like in the dream. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“I never kid about getting laid.” Then, Sam chuckles.
I feel my face warm and know it’s got to be bright red right now.
“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you said it kind of loud.”
