Still, I’m glad I stuck with maybe because Sam chuckles in my ear. When he bites my lobe, I feel wetness seep into my “pretty panties.”
“Maybe, huh?”
“Uh-huh.” Gah! It’s even harder to talk now.
“I love a challenge, honey.” I feel myself being lowered. When my feet hit the ground, my legs wobble. I quickly push my skirt down so it’s covering my ass. Reaching out, I grasp onto his forearm. He’s still close, so I’m not surprised when he growls, “Can’t wait to take those sexy, silky things off with my teeth, darlin’.”
Oh, wow.
Wow. Wow. Wow.
Me neither.
****
I could barely eat. All I thought about was Sam and his teeth doing things to me. Sure, I’ve had a boyfriend go down on me once or twice, but I never got the feeling they were into it. But Sam. The way he’s looking at me over his lasagna is telling me everything I need to know.
Sam likes it.
I bet he likes lots of things.
Things I’ve never tried before—things I’ve only read about.
Nope. Eating is not going to happen. It’s okay. I’ll take it home.
“You aren’t eating.” He smirks. I should be annoyed by it, but I know he knows why I’m only playing around with my fettucine.
“Um…”
“What’s on your mind?”
I’m not about to tell him what I’m really thinking about. “World peace.”
He laughs. “Yeah? You got an idea on how to solve it?”
No. “Sure.” I shrug, and the strap of my dress slips off my shoulder. His eyes go right to that. Sliding my fingers beneath it, I move it back into place. When I look up at him again, his expression is fierce. I swear his eyes have changed from silver to black. He nods to my plate. “You done?”
“Yes.” I can’t eat another bite.
I watch as he raises his hand to get the attention of our server. A server who has only spoken to Sam—who hasn’t been able to take his eyes off him. When he steps over, Sam says two things, “My date needs a to-go box, and I need the check. Fast.”
Oh.
In less than five minutes, we’re at his truck. He opens my door and tosses my dinner leftovers inside then wraps his hands around my waist again. This time, though, he lifts me just enough for my ass to rest on the edge of the seat. His right hand moves up, wrapping it around my neck. I feel his fingers tug on a few strands of my hair. “Gonna kiss you now.”
“You kissed me earlier.”
“Not like this.”
He’s right. Not like this. That kiss was soft and gentle. This kiss is a taking. It’s feverish and passionate. I open my mouth for him immediately, allowing his tongue to find mine. I slide my fingers into his hair and marvel at how soft and thick it is. Sam moves in close, and after I open my legs a little, he presses in until there’s no light between us.
Suddenly, Sam pulls away. “Fuck.” He chuckles. “Gotta stop before I embarrass myself.”
“Oh.” I feel heat rush to my face. “Okay.” I look left, then right and see several people near the entrance to the restaurant watching us. “Wouldn’t want to embarrass you.” I had a boyfriend like that in high school. He always wanted our relationship to be “private,” and when we did things, he never included friends because he wanted it to be “just the two of us.” What he really meant was he didn’t want anyone to know he was dating me.
Years later, it still stings. But I’ve realized that washisissue, not mine.
Before I have a chance to really make an ass of myself, Sam places his hands on either side of my face. They’re just resting there, but it does force me to look at him. “I almost came in my jeans, Colette. That’s what I meant about humiliating myself, honey. I don’t want the first time you and I fool around to make you think I prematurely ejaculate.”
