She moaned, a precious little sound of relief, and Sam's body was overcome with love and desire for this woman. He wanted to have every part of her right that instant, and yet he knew he would go take his time and treat her right, be a gentleman. Slowly and softly, he kissed her, every single contact an act of love, a statement of commitment.
Their mouths met maybe a dozen times, sweet, tender, patient kisses where their lips sweetly met, softened, and then pulled away again. The touch was light. Sam was not in a hurry. Now that he had her, he was patient and content. His only goal was to do things right, to keep her by her side. He dreaded ever not having her again.
He pulled back at the thought of it, and she looked up at him. "I missed you so much, Ty. I was waiting for you for so long."
Chapter 20
Ty
Sam's words caused an aching, stirring feeling inside me. His voice was low and deep in his chest and the sound of it caused goosebumps and butterflies. He had finally kissed me, and now I stretched across the little couch with my upper body comfortably resting on his lap. It was a loveseat in a workshop, nothing fancy, and yet it felt like we were resting on clouds. Even if it had been uncomfortable, I would never have noticed because I was with Sam. We had been interrupted all night, and it was the first moment we were alone. I could have been lying on nails and wouldn't have known.
I regretted the time we were apart. Hearing him say he had been waiting on me felt crushing and, at the same time, like winning the lottery. This man could have any woman he wanted, and there he was, telling me he had waited for me.How was this possible?I was overwhelmed with gratitude and anxious to show him how thankful I was.
I thought I might be in love with him. I couldn't help but doubt it because it seemed too good to be true, but I felt love in my heart. I knew I wouldn't say as much with my words, so instead I just kissed him again.
I stretched up and let my mouth touch his lightly at first. I felt glorious little gentle shockwaves at the feel of his lips on mine. I was aching to be near him, and I wanted something deeper. I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it. Sam made a noise in his chest and gripped me tighter when I did that. He understood that I wanted more, and he opened his mouth to me. I had kissed him like this before. We had opened our mouths a little on camera, and then… oh… yep… no… this was… different now… deeper than anything that happened in the series. Our mouths opened, and Sam covered me with his kiss. We connected passionately. I leaned into him, pressed into him, feeling like I could not get close enough. We held each other so closely and fully, and we were so consumed by the kiss that it felt like my body was one with his. The warmth, comfort, and relief were surreal.
I was out of my head with love and attraction for this man. I had never experienced anything like it before. I had never even kissed Jacob like this. Sam was greedy and possessive and gentle and protective all at the same time. He loved me, and somehow, I knew it from his kiss. I thought I was in love with him before this ever happened, but now I would actually be heartbroken if I didn't marry him and we didn't live happily ever after.
We kissed and talked for I don't know how long. We made plans and fell madly in love on a loveseat in a dusty workshop.
It was two-thirty in the morning when we checked the clock the first time. Neither of us could bear to say goodnight. It was four o'clock when we looked at the time again, and an hour or so later, we were saying things like, "In five minutes, we'll go inside and get some sleep."
We knew Judd and Josh would be up before eight to go shooting. I told him I might just skip that part and just go to breakfast since I might be a terrible aim while sleep-deprived. He agreed, saying I should get some sleep. He was alreadyworried about me making the trip to and from Missoula the following day, and I promised him I'd be fine.
I don't know which one of us fell asleep first. I think the last thing that was said was something about 'getting up in a minute', and the next thing I knew, Sam was saying my name in a serious tone and at full volume.
"Trinity."
I was so out of it that I didn't realize it was Sam talking at first. I opened my eyes, feeling confused until I saw him there. I started to smile, but his face was serious.
"It's Judd, he's calling me." he picked up the phone and put it to his ear, and I blinked and tried to take it all in. I realized we had fallen asleep in the workshop. I shifted and looked around, wondering what time it was while Sam answered the phone.
"Hey, dude, yeah, I crashed on the couch, but I'm here. I'm ready when you are," Sam said. He paused while Judd said something. "That sounds good, I'll be there in a minute."
He hung up the phone and looked at me.
"He said Jen had breakfast casserole and coffee in the kitchen."
"How are we supposed to get back in there?" I asked with a worried expression.
"We'll tell the truth. Come on, we need to get back. I can't believe I let us fall asleep. I'm sorry about that." He leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. He let his mouth stay there for a second, giving me a patient kiss. "Good morning, my sweet Ty."
"Good morning," I said. I grinned. "You called me Trinity to wake me up."
He smiled. "I had called you Ty three times before that."
My smile broadened. "I was dreaming." My eyes were locked with his. I couldn't believe I had woken up next to him. Yesterday might have been the best day of my entire life, whichwas crazy since I had been dreading it ever since my sister fell in love. My morning locked in the fate of my eternal soul, and my evening locked in the fate of something else, something big with Sam. I wasn't exactly sure what was happening between Sam and me, but I knew it was significant. My heart felt so full.
"You go in first," I said to him with a little smile and nudge of my chin. This made him lean in and kiss my forehead again. "See what's going on in there and text me to let me know," I added. "I'd love to sneak through there and go to my bedroom without being caught. The truth is all good and everything, but I really don't want to tell it to my dad. I know nothing happened, but he might suspect the worst, and I really want him to like you."
He nodded. "I understand that, and thank you. I want your dad to like me, too."
Sam hugged me before he left to go inside.
I watched him as he made his way out of the workshop, and I had to smile. He was utterly irresistible, and I smiled that he could look so handsome in pajama pants and a jacket with almost no sleep. Samuel Allison. The thought of his name made me imagine my own name there. Ty Allison. My grin widened at the thought. It had a ring to it.
He disappeared through the door. I loved how he moved. I felt tightness in my chest when I remembered last night—the way he kissed me and the way he held me. We had talked a lot to each other in the past, but we had never been so open and candid as we were last night. The walls were stripped, and I couldn’t help but feel all stirred up at the memories of our conversation.
