Page 57 of Blue Moon Love

“Yeah. It did.” His voice deepened as he took a step towards me. “Speaking of last night, are you sore?”

The only thing I could hear in my head was my heart pounding in my chest. I knew what Sam was really asking me. Was I too sore to have sex again? I could see the look in his eye. There was nothing, and I mean no-thing, I wanted more than to have sex with Sam again, but something was stopping me.

If I gave into the temptation, what about afterward?

As of right now, I could tell myself that last night was a means to an end. I’d needed to lose my virginity, and Sam had helped me out. But if I told myself that, I’d be lying. I loved Sam. I was in love with Sam. But he didn’t feel the same. I didn’t know what this was for him, but it wasn’t love.

All night at my parents' party, all I could think about was Sam and how much I wanted to be with him. If we did this again, what would happen next week or next month when he inevitably moved on and I’d have to see him with another woman?

Even before we’d been intimate, it had killed a tiny piece of me every time I saw him flirt, kiss, and hug whatever blonde, brunette, or, worst of all, redhead (because, hello, I should be the only redhead in his life) was on his arm. Now…now it might kill all of me.

“Are you sore?” he asked again.

I swallowed over the lump of lust in my throat. “A little.”

My answer was honest, but didn’t completely shut down what I was pretty sure he was suggesting.

With a predatory glimmer in his stare, he took yet another step towards me. Like an animal being stalked as prey, I retreated until my lower back hit the island countertop. I hadn’t meant to. It was just instinct.

His hands rested on the butcher block on either side of my hips, and he leaned forward, his lips brushed against my ear as he asked, “Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?”

A shiver ran down my spine, but I couldn’t help but grin as I rolled my eyes. “Does that line ever actually work?”

Who was I kidding? Of course, it did. It was working for me now.

He straightened, and I watched the corner of his lips curl in an amused grin. “On me? No, not lately.”

I chuckled, thinking he was joking. But when he didn’t smile, I wondered if he was. “Wait. Have women actually been saying that to you?”

It would make sense, I guess. He had just had surgery.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed me a text. I saw that it was from tonight. He could have been with Jana, whoever that was.

“Why didn’t you text her back?” I asked, unsure if I really wanted to hear the answer.

The thing about Sam was that he never lied to me, which is why I knew much more about his personal life than I actually wanted to.

“Because the only person I want to be with is you.”

Fuck. That didn’t make my decision any easier. This wasn’t just because he wanted to have sex with anyone. He had other options. He wanted to be with me. He was just a boy, standing in front of a very horny girl, asking her if she wanted him to kiss and make it better. It wasn’t exactly Julia Roberts in Notting Hill, but it was still something.

Who was I kidding? I’d never be able to resist Sam.

“Yes,” I whispered.

His brow furrowed. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want you to kiss it and make it better.”

Before I knew what was happening, my feet were off the floor, and he set me on my kitchen island.

“What are you doing?” I gasped as I held onto his shoulders. “You could hurt yourself!”

“Lay back,” he gritted out, ignoring my protest completely.

The predatory look in his eyes had my entire body flushing. I did as he asked and reclined, resting on my forearms, as I watched his hands move to my knees. He pushed my legs apart as he ran his fingers up my bare thighs. The material of my dress bunched up around my waist.

“This is all I’ve been thinking about all day,” he rasped as his fingers brushed along the silky material of my damp panties.

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