Page 37 of Crash Landing
“You seem to like it. I want to try it.”
She jumped, reaching for it, but with one stretch of my arm, it was far out of her reach.
“No,” she said seriously. “You’re not going to do this to me. This isn’t a joke. Chocolate is very important to me. I’ll die if you don’t give it back.”
“Really?”
She paused, shrugging her shoulders. “I’d die on the inside.”
“That doesn’t count.”
I started to walk away, trying to work my way through the rest of the odd wrapping while Sam’s feet slapped against the metal flooring in quick succession.
“Saleuk. I’m warning you. I will cry and I know you hate when I cry.”
“I just want to taste it.”
“I have to control the tasting or you’ll eat the whole thing. That’s how chocolate works.”
“I can’t even get it open all the way. Who designed this?”
“Someone who didn’t want people eating their chocolate!”
Her protests were doing nothing to deter me and they were really adorable. When she stopped, I almost stopped toying with her, wondering if she really was going to cry.
“Hang on,” she said, her face going taut with determination.
She turned around and marched out of the building, catching me off guard. I watched the door for a moment, wondering if she really had a plan. I heard her fumbling with something outside, but when she didn’t appear back in the doorway again, I shook my head and concentrated on the wrapper. One precise maneuver later, I had finally conquered the chocolate’s protective coating and peeled the silver down enough to see a squished, brown, half-melted substance inside. It smelled wonderful, but it looked anything but appetizing.
“Sam, this looks—”
Before I could finish, I heard her snarling and lifted my head to see her sprinting from the doorway wearing a pair of leggings and that black, sleeveless top from earlier. She’d left to get into clothing she could move in and now she was attacking. A tactical plan.
I spun around just as she leaped up and clung to my back.
“Release the chocolate!” she shouted, climbing all over me to get to her disgusting, brown substance.
At that point, I didn’t even want any. All I could think about was her legs wrapped around my body and the feel of her heat on my skin. Her breath on my ear. The press of her breasts against my shoulder.
Sam looked and felt entirely different to me since my paetal began beating. I was beside myself.
Surging was meant to be two-sided, but I wondered if I would find myself alone in my attraction. It was going to break me and it had only been a day.
15: Sam
I crashed into Saleuk and grabbed at the chocolate bar. He was solid as a tree, but when I lost my footing and started to fall to the side, he wrapped his free arm around my waist. Except that my legs were already tangled around his and the awkward positioning sent us both to the ground.
Saleuk rolled to break the fall with his body and I landed on top of him, my hand wrapped around his fist where the chocolate bar was likely squished now.
I didn’t care.
I straddled his hips and sat up, adding my other hand to try and pry his strong fingers away from my prize. But too soon I was distracted when I realized where he was.
I was sitting on Saleuk. His groin, which had a very noticeable bulge, was pressed right up against me. And while I was trying to get to my chocolate, I’d somehow pinned his hands over his head. My breasts hovered over his face and when I looked down, the sight of him beneath me sent heat straight to my cheeks. I was instantly burning up. My eyes darted to his. He was staring up at me, a little stunned, but any expression looked sexy on that face of his. His fingers went lax and I ripped the chocolate bar out of his hand, not breaking eye contact as I sat up.
I had it… but I wasn’t getting off of him and Saleuk didn’t look the least bit disappointed that he’d lost the battle. Iswallowed, feeling my mouth go dry. Beneath my shirt, I could feel my nipples pucker.
Which is normal… because my shirt is wet.
