Page 51 of Crying Shame
I glanced around and saw no one was near. So I reached out and pressed my knee against his. “I can’t control myself near you. I can’t think straight, and I swear I’m doing mental gymnastics as all I can think about is kissing you.”
He brushed my hair back from my face and leaned close to me. “All I think about is continuing where we left off.”
My heart raced faster than if I was running a marathon. “Maybe we can keep it casual?”
He flinched and met my gaze. “There is nothing but sparks between us. You must see that.”
The hair on my arms stood on end. In my soul, I ached to be his again. The truth was that he was exactly what I wanted.
I put my beer down, stood, and waved for him to get up and join me. “Let’s finish this day and carve out alone time when Sam goes to sleep.”
“You’re on.” He stood and tugged me into his arms. I had no resistance left. I kissed him and forgot everything else.
20
Elon
During the limo ride home, Sam and Aurora passed out from exhaustion. Once we arrived, my brother and his wife took Aurora to their helicopter, and I scooped up Sam and headed to the main house with Clarissa.
I gazed at her, hoping she wanted to fulfill the fantasy that had played in my mind since we'd drank our beer. “Sam's sleeping,” I told her.
I cringed as I had stated an obvious fact. I had the best education money could buy, and I'd broken the silence the worst way possible rather than segueing into what I wanted.
She didn't seem to notice I'd sounded like an idiot. “He enjoys being here with you, and he’s been really excited all day. He’ll get more relaxed the longer we’re here.”
Wait. She thought I was upset about Sam wearing himself out. I needed to work on correcting some of her misconceptions too.
“And Maddie is really sweet on Arman. It’s so cute.”
A few moments later, we crossed the threshold and were inside the house. “I don’t think he ever got over her once she left.”
I resettled Sam’s weight. “What about you?”
“I never got over you, either.”
She took off her shoes. As a girl, she’d felt shoes were confining and used to develop horrible blisters on her feet. She rubbed her feet then walked barefoot next to me. “Sweet little lies.”
I stopped and faced her. “I don’t lie.”
She winced. She'd never had a poker face. “Let’s put Sam in bed, and we’ll talk after.”
Right.We’d talk about sex, and if she needed me to, I'd wait until she was ready for me to make love to her. Though if she wanted me, I was in. So I needed to find out. We went upstairs and worked together to change Sam into nightclothes and get him under his sheets.
I noticed he'd printed out a photo of a football player and hung it up. I decided to figure out which football player it was. I’d arrange for Sam to meet him for an autograph or lunch.
Once we finished getting Sam in bed, I messed up his hair a little, and Clarissa kissed his forehead. Then we left.
My heart pounded as we walked away from his room. I put my hands in my pockets. “You ready?”
I pressed my lips together, regretting the question. Once again, I had no game tonight.
Her lips quirked upward. “You don’t have to pretend you're innocent and somehow waited for me.”
I hadn’t meant to be so blunt. My lack of skills must be damn obvious. I lowered my head. “No other woman can compare to you—ever.”
She placed a hand on one of her hips. “What does that mean?”
I rubbed the back of my neck and found that it was burning hot. “I was unable to… I’ve not had sex in a long time, Clarissa.”
