Soon her hand is roaming again. This time, it’s running across my abdomen.
“Honey.” I place my hand over hers and look down at her. “We’re going slow, remember?”
With a huff she says, “Then you’re going to need to put your shirt on, because I can’t help it.”
My shirt is dirty and stinky. “You got something I can wear?”
“I’m sure I’ve got a men’s tee in my drawer.” She slides out from beneath my arm and heads into her bedroom, returning with a gray shirt. “Try this.”
Leaning forward, I take the shirt and slide it over my head. I squeeze my arms into the sleeves and push it down over my chest. “Tight.”
“It’s an XXL.”
“A small one.” It’s my size, usually, but this one is snug.
Leaning back, I raise my arm to invite her back into my arms. She slides in and places her head on that spot again so we can watch more of the show. Minutes later, I feel the little traitor slide her hand beneath the hem of the shirt. When her bare hand makes contact with my stomach, I remove my arm from around her shoulders and stand.
“What?” She’s blinking at me like she’s oblivious to what she’s doing to me.
I point down to my pants. “Look.” My hard-on is obvious.
Her eyes move down. “Oh.”
“If we’re going to take this slow, you’re going to have to stop touching me. Unless…”
“What?” Her voice rises an octave. “Unless what?”
“Never mind.” I place my hands on my hips. Looking up at the ceiling, I take in a deep breath. When I look down at her, she’s frowning. “Look. I’m trying my best to do as we agreed. I’m trying to court you—take this slow. But I can’t do that if you use those evil little hands of yours on me.”
She holds up her hands and wiggles her fingers. “These little things?” The little devil smirks.
“Yes. Those. We can snuggle, but no feeling me up.”
When she laughs, a part of me wants to laugh, too, but this is serious. I’m doing my best not to throw her over my shoulder and take her to bed. It’s willpower I never knew I had. “Colette, I mean it.”
She stops laughing. “I know you do.” She pauses. “I’m just not sure…”
“Not sure about what?” Please don’t tell me she’s changed her mind about me. Us.
“I’m not sure I want to wait.”
Oh, wow. That’s rich. I’ve spent the last two days planning how I was going to court this woman. Woo her. Show her that I’m the kind of man she deserves. And now she wants me to throw those plans out the damn window?
Turning, I make my way to the door.
“What? Sam?” She quickly stands and walks toward me. “You’re leaving?”
Facing her, I place my hands on her narrow shoulders. Bending down, I kiss her soft lips. “You’re too much of a temptation.”
She’s looking up at me expectantly. “I am?”
“You are.”
Colette places her hands on her hips and scowls. “So, you’re telling me because I’m tempting, you have to leave?”
“Yes.” Reaching out, I take her hands from her curvy hips and place them in mine. “I’ve got a plan.”
“A plan.” It’s not a question.
