Page 111 of And Then Came You

I grab a handful of napkins to sop up the mess, thankful that the liquid landed mostly on the seat.

He grabs some napkins, his focus on the few drops that landed on my legs. Those tricky fingers creep under the edge of my skirt, higher and higher along my thighs, his thumb brushing against the edge of my g-string.

“I think I’m dry.”

“That’s the problem. I want you wet.”

My eyes widen at Sam’s deliciously dirty comment.

“You taste too good, Lexi. You didn’t think I could only have you once, did you?”

What was I saying earlier about not using Sam for his body? If it’s mutual, it doesn’t count, right? Besides, I meant actual intercourse. We are referring to oral sex, and that’s a totally different topic. This is a hill I’m willing to die on.

The desire flashing in Sam’s eyes makes me bold. “Only one problem. It’s my turn.”

Sam releases a grunt, motioning towards the bulge in his pants. “This is what you do to me. Let’s go.”

“What about the game? Don’t you want to know who wins?”

“Come on, we already know the Pats are taking it. But honestly? I don’t give a shit. The only thing I can think about is you, and unless you want me to take you right here in the bar, I suggest we leave.” He leans closer, nipping along my throat. “Not that Iwon’ttake you right here, Lexi.”

Throwing a hundred on the table, Sam and I hustle to the car. Thank God the hotel is only a couple of miles away. I wouldn’t make it much further.

Sam follows me to the passenger side of the car, but instead of opening the door, he pushes me against the vehicle, his mouth claiming mine. His hands wrap around my hips as I rise on tiptoe, desperate to be closer.

He buries his face against my neck, groaning against my skin. “If it wasn’t our first time, I’d take you right here.”

“I wouldn’t say no.”

Sam’s fingers glide along my cheek, a small smile on his mouth. “You deserve better than that. Let’s go.”

He opens the car door for me before letting himself in, wasting no time driving back to the hotel. For once, he strides past his fans, his hand linked with mine and a purposeful look on his face.

“What are we doing?” I ask, even though I’m pretty damn sure of the answer.

“What I should have done months ago. I’m making you mine.”

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Sam always reserves a suite. Aside from the fact that it’s posh and he can afford the luxury, there’s also the practical aspect of conducting business away from prying eyes. Sometimes, Caroline camps out in the adjoining room. Other times, it gives Sam more room to play… and that’s as far as I’m going on that train of thought.

I’ve never been in one of his suites, save the one at the Plaza, and let’s be honest, I was too sick and sore to pay any attention to details.

But tonight is a different story. I let out a gasp, my eyes drinking in the beauty all around me. Yes, it’s fancy as hell, but my heart is beating a mile a minute at the bevy of flowers and candles scattered everywhere.

The entire suite is a romantic’s dream, come to life.

Sam thought of everything, even a path of rose petals leading to the bed.

My mind is blown. My heart? She doesn’t stand a chance.

“You did all this for me?”

His arms wrap around my shoulders as he presses a kiss to my hair. “Only for you. The woman who makes me laugh. The woman who was kind enough to visit an old man and learn his stories. The woman who gives me a reason to smile every day.”

Spinning in his arms, I open my mouth to respond, but Sam silences me with a finger across my lips.

“The woman with the softest lips I’ve ever felt. And the woman who’s played a starring role in my fantasies for far too long now.” He glides his hands along the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head. “But don’t worry, Lexi. I’m not fucking you tonight.”

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