Page 5 of Dear Handy Silver Fox
He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m not about to leave you alone with no lights even if I didn’t know how you felt about storms.”
I relax slightly, but I can’t shake the tension tightening every muscle in my body over the fact that he read the love letter I wrote to him.
“Are we going to talk about what happened?” Sam asks as if he can read my mind. He leans back from the fire and sits down on the pillow next to me.
I stare at the orange and yellow flames. They look like they are dancing to music that isn’t playing. “I’d rather not.”
“But,”
“Sam,” I say, hoping my tone tells him in no uncertain terms that I don’t want to talk about the letter.
I can see him hold up his hands in surrender from my peripheral, and he doesn’t say anything else. Only the sound of the rain outside and the crackling of the logs in the fireplace can be heard. I don’t know how long we sit there not talking, but for some reason, despite the awkwardness of the situation I find myself in, sitting here with him isn’t awkward. It feels comforting.
“I read your last book,” Sam says, breaking the quiet that has settled around us.
I chuckle humorously. “No, you didn’t.”
“I did.”
“Prove it.”
Sam proceeds to describe my book's entire plot,The Billionaire’s Secret, back to me. It sounds weird hearing him tell me about a story I’ve written. I don't often look at reviews since they send me into a spiral with the slightest negative comment, so I'm not used to hearing someone else’s perspective about my book. I can't help but notice the parts that he moves past quickly and the scenes that he spends more time discussing in detail.
It's obvious now that he's read it. The amount of detail he gives and his comments make it clear that he didn’t just skim past the storyline to get to the sex parts.
“Fine, I’m sorry. You read my book.”
Sam leans back on his hands. “I told you I did.”
“It’s just you aren’t my target audience.”
“I am for something else you’ve written,” he mumbles under breath, but I pretend like I don’t hear him.
“Is Sebastian Cane the type of guy that you like to read about?” he asks, referring to the main character in my book.
He already knows the answer, but it's clear he isn't going to give up until we discuss the letter.
“That’s what my readers want to read.”
“And what do you want?”
I tug at a loose string hanging from the pillow I’m sitting on. “You already know what I want.”
When he doesn’t say anything, curiosity gets the better of me, and I look up. Sam's intense gaze is on me, and I can't stop the butterflies in my belly from flapping wildly around.
“Finally,” he breathes out and crushes his lips against mine.
5
SAM
The moment my lips touch hers, it feels like every cell in my body is lit up, like a bolt of lightning from the storm outside has struck me. I've wanted this woman for so long that it feels like I've waited a lifetime for her—and I guess I have. No woman I've ever been with has ever made me feel a fraction of what I feel with Cammie. I'd resigned myself to think that she would never look my way, but when that email showed up, it was like a locked door I’d done everything in my power to open just opened on its own.
I run my tongue over the seam of her lips, urging her to allow me to deepen the kiss. A low moan erupts from her, and my already hard cock aches even more. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and guide her slowly to the ground. I want to savor every moment of this because of my experience with her. I dreamt up nearly every scenario my mind could come up with about being with Cammie, but at this moment, none of those fantasies could live up to the real feeling of having her in my arms or the taste of her lips.
Cammie's knees fall open, and I settle between them, my hard body pressing her soft one against the floor. I can't stop myself when I flex my hips, running my cock against her sensitive pussy. Neither of us can hold back the moans of pleasure we both share.
“You feel so good,” I say against her lips and flex again.
