Sam’s eyes widened as Grace picked up Annalise’s drink, along with her own glass. “Let me get you a refill.”
“Don’t worry, dear. It’s our little secret.” Annalise winked at them both before Grace hurried off in hopes of getting Sam’s mother completely drunk so she’d forget everything she’d heard.
Chapter Eleven
“I leaveyou alone for a few hours and you confess everything tomy mother,” Sam hollered into the bathroom where Grace was getting ready for their night out. He continued to pace the hotel room and squeezed his neck. At least he wouldn’t have to pretend around his mom. Not that they were doing much pretending anymore. He could see himself and Grace as a couple. He silently wondered if she could too.
“She was hot and wanted to sit in the shade. What was I supposed to do, tell the woman no? I’m not like your ex. Rude anddisrespectful doesn’t come natural to me, and she didn’t introduce herself as your mom. I have to admit, I didn’t expect to tell her my life story. She’s got that motherly personality that makes a person want to confess everything.”
“Of course I didn’t want you to be rude,” Sam said and turned toward the bathroom door as it opened. Grace stepped out. Her dark hair was curled in a sultry pile on her head. The black silk dress landed mid-thigh and showed a good amount of cleavage…but it was the boots, more specifically, visions of her naked wearing nothing but the boots that made him downright hard. The cowboy boots made her look…local. Every cowboy’s wet dream. “Where did you get those boots?”
“The dress shop in the lobby.” Grace twisted in place. “Do you like? I should wear my new hat, but they don’t really go with my dress.”
“Those scream fuck me.”
Grace wiggled her brows. “Then they’re working and I should buy an extra pair.”
Grace twirled, giving Sam a look at the back of her dress. He swallowed around the lump in his throat when he noticed the dip in the back of the dress that landed just above her ass. A silver chain lay down her bare spine. Sam crossed the room and rested his hands on her arms. “The strippers aren’t going to stand a chance with you in the room.”
“Is the dress too much?”
“God no.” He shook his head. “Although I’m going to have to fight some of the groomsmen. Someone’s going to have a black eye in the wedding pictures.”
“Oh, you’re the psychic now, are you? What else do you see?”
“Me, undressing you, slowly, and figuring out exactly how that necklace is attached.”
Grace laughed. “If you’re good, I’ll show you.”
“And if I’m bad?”
“Then you’ll see for yourself.”
Sam lowered his lips to her shoulder and pressed a sensual kiss on her creamy skin. He didn’t want to stop there, but he knew once he got her undressed, he’d never want to leave the room. “I should have done that the day you walked into my office.”
“No.” Grace ran her fingers up behind his neck. “You should have done this.”
Grace lowered his head and met his lips in a special kiss that wasn’t meant for anyone else’s eyes. Just them. Her tongue dueled in a sensual dance. Her hands clutched his neck as he drank her in. Taking and tasting and enjoying the fact that they didn’t have an audience. This was only for them. He could get lost in hertaste. The way her soft curves pressed against his body. One hand rested on her hip as he moved the other to touch the bare skin of her back.
There was no hiding his desire. The bulge in his dress pants was evident. He wanted her, and if people weren’t waiting on them, he might have talked her into staying in the room the rest of the night and exploring exactly what made her tick. He slowed the kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip as he opened his eyes. Heat and humor sparkled in her eyes. A unique combination that was completely Grace.
“Kissing clients is bad for business.”
“I’m not a client.” She smiled brightly and stepped out of his hold to grab her purse. “I’m just a girl who thinks you’re cute.”
“Cute,” Sam asked, holding an invisible knife to his chest. “Kids are cute. First crushes are cute. I’m not cute.”
“Handsome?” she asked, trying to hold back her smile.
“If you were my mom, maybe, but you wouldn’t be kissing me.”
“Ah.” She nodded in understanding. “Sexy, doable… sausage? Am I getting closer?”
“Yep. Just consider me your personal smorgasbord of meat.” He linked their hands and led her out of the hotel room. Ifhe’d kept her in there any longer, they might not leave.
The drawof the country music drifted out into the busy parking lot. The neon green sign of a cowgirl leaning on a post lit the night sky. Sam had grown up around the cowboy hat and boot wearing good ole country boy crowd. They worked hard and played harder.
“I thought you said we were going to a strip club,” Grace whispered as Sam led her toward the door.
