“I’m glad you like them.” He walks over to my bags and picks them up with one hand. Walking towards me, he holds out his other hand, which I take, and Sam leads me into the bedroom we’ve been sharing.
Once inside the room, he places the bags on the floor, holding up the garment bag that carries my formal dress, and gives it a little shake. “You gonna give me a little fashion show in this dress you picked out?” He gives me a confident smile that causes my core to clench in anticipation.I want that wicked mouth on me.
“Nope.” I smile innocently back. “You’re gonna have to be patient because I’m not showing you until the night of the party.”
He gives me a wounded look, and I laugh. “Hmmm. Well, I suppose I’ll have to find something else for us to do before our dinner reservation.” He walks over to the closet to hang up my dress.
“Dinner reservation?”
“Well, not a typical reservation. I hope you don’t mind, but I have no plans on sharing you with anyone else tonight. I ordered food and scheduled it to be delivered at 5:30.” Sam looks at me with some hesitancy before adding, “My plan was for you to give me a little fashion show, and then I planned to make good on my promise last night to fuck you until you couldn’t walk tomorrow.”
I stand there stunned at how easily this man takes me from bawling to overheating so quickly.
He shrugs and fakes exasperation, “I suppose I’m just going to have to skip the seeing you in a pretty dress part and start with dessert first.” I feel the warmth spread through me at his words, and my core soaks in anticipation.
“Dessert?” It comes out breathless, almost a moan.
Sam doesn’t say anything, just gives me a meaningful look. He walks to me, lifts me with ease, and slams his mouth to mine. I wrap my legs around him and deepen the kiss. He walks us over to our bed, breaking our kiss as he sets me down. I groan in protest, and he chuckles. He looks at me, asking for permission.
I reach for the button on Sam’s jeans and begin tugging them down. Finally getting them undone, they drop to the floor, where he steps out of them. Sam tugs his T-shirt over his head and reaches for my shirt, pulling it over my head with ease. I stand up and pullmy leggings down. I step out of them as Sam’s gaze shifts to my bare bottom half.
“No panties?”
“Nope.” I pop the p and move back onto the bed.
Sam removes his boxer briefs so quickly that he almost trips over them. I quickly hide my laugh at his blunder.
He climbs over me on the bed and takes his time with his dessert.
By the time dinner arrives, I’m exhausted. My body aches in the best of ways, and I’m confident my legs will be shaking if I try to walk on them right now.
At the sound of the doorbell, I start to get up, but Sam motions for me to stay. He tugs on a pair of grey sweatpants and walks out to greet the delivery person. He comes back in carrying the food and two trays that look like they were made for eating in bed.
“You weren’t joking about ensuring I couldn’t walk after, huh?” My voice is incredulous.
“I never joke about sex, Kitty Kat.” The corners of his eyes crinkle as he gives me a mischievous smile that makes my body heat—ready for more.
I’ve spent too much time in this chair getting my hair and makeup done. But looking at my reflection in the mirror? Worth it! My makeup is subtle enough that I still look like me, but my best features are enhanced. My hair is in an intricate braid that pulls my hair over one shoulder.
I get into my car and drive back to my place so I can get dressed. The condo is empty when I walk in. I’m not surprised, but it still feels unsettling. I’ve gotten so used to Sam being around when I’m home.
Sam wanted to make this feel like an official date, so he’s getting ready at his dad’s house and then picking me up when it’s time to go.
I have about thirty minutes to finish getting ready before he's here. I blast pop music on the speakers to get me into the party mood. Once I have my dress on, I decide an impromptu dance session is necessary. I sway my hips to the music and sing along at the top of my voice.
I’m startled when I turn around and see Sam standing in the doorway of our room, watching me, his eyes are big as he drinks me in, his dimple making an appearance as he smiles widely. He makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Oh God! You scared me!” I clutch my hand to my chest as my heart rate slows back down.
Sam is wearing a black tux and a white button-down shirt that appears to have been made for him. His tux hugs his muscles in allthe right places. His black bowtie makes him look debonair, and when my gaze shifts to his cobalt blue pocket square, I can’t help but smile. Liv must have told him the color of my dress.
“You are absolutely stunning.” His voice is thick and husky as he leans on the doorframe.
“Yeah? You look pretty amazing yourself.” Sam in a tux?Fuck me.I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth and watch his gaze shift to my mouth.
Sam walks up to me slowly and stops when he’s so close I’m forced to look up at him. He gently pulls my lip from my teeth. “I want to bite that lip.” He bends down and barely brushes his lips against mine before taking two steps back.
I’m disappointed at his chaste kiss.
