“Got it?” I ask.
He nods. “Yup.”
“Ready to go then?”
He shakes his head, throwing the chains to the side. “Not yet.”
“Why not?” I ask. “It’s raining.”
As evidenced by the water running through the leaking roof.
“Dance with me.” He holds his hand out to me as my heart stutters in my chest.
“What?”
“You heard me, darlin’. Dance with me.”
I take his hand and Sam draws me in close. My hands land on the strong muscles of his chest. His heart is beating a rapid tattoo against his ribs. Mine is threatening to burst out of my chest.
Sam hums a tune I don’t recognize as we start to sway.
Tears well in my eyes as the rain starts to pelt us as it grows in intensity. Much like my feelings for Sam.
This. This is all I’ve ever wanted.
Someone to dance with. Someone to care about me. Someone to treat me like…well, like I’m their world and they love me.
Leaning back, I fist my hand in Sam’s T-shirt and pull him toward me in a fiery kiss. It’s wet from the fat raindrops rolling down our cheeks.
It’s the perfect kiss. The one I will think about when I’m old and gray. The moment when everything in my life made sense. Because one man decided I was worth taking a chance on.
Sam moves down my neck. Soft and slow. Fast and hard. I love his mouth on me. I can’t take the heat coiling inside of my body.
It’s like Sam knows this.
“Let’s go,” Sam says, a deep growl in his voice. “I don’t want us getting sick tonight. Because I have plans for you, Joey.”
I smile back at him. “Lead the way.”
We run through the downpour to the truck. I can’t wait for what the rest of the night brings.
Chapter Fifteen
SAM
I’m pushing the truck as hard as I can, but with the rain pouring and the thunder clapping, I don’t want to risk these potholed roads and getting a flat.
“You think Max’s camping trip is going to get rained out?” I ask, reaching across to grab Joey’s hand.
“The campground has cabins. Chase booked one just in case Max got scared.”
That makes me smile. “That’s a good uncle.”
“Yeah, especially since I wouldn’t be caught dead camping.”
“Right. The bugs thing.”
“A thing? Sam, please. It is perfectly reasonable to not like bugs.”
