Page 41 of His Hawaiian Heart
“Come for me, Sam, come with me. Come now!”
I threw my head back and would have been totally awed at the sight of fireworks exploding right in front of me except for the fact that I was no longer in my body. I was flying.
The next thing I was aware of was the heat against my back and the weight around my body. Well, that and the hand that cupped my breast and the rhythmic flick of a fingertip against my nipple. I could wake up to this every morning.
Wait… something was wrong.
My brain felt unnaturally sluggish as it attempted to work through the puzzle. Heat, not dangerous. Weight, not dangerous. The hand around my boob. Nope that was really good. The finger flicking my nipple wasn’t dangerous, it was delicious, so what had set off my inner warning bell this morning?
Morning?
“It’s morning!”
“And good morning to you to, babygirl,” Sam said.
Though I was sure he’d been aiming to press his lips against my shoulder, he pretty much planted them on my ass as I jerked up and off of the bed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Look!” I shouted, gesturing toward the expanse of window that was no longer framing a darkening landscape, but instead was providing a view of a sky with rays of light shooting through it. When Sam didn’t respond, I turned back to the bed. “It’s morning!”
“Babygirl, I think you’ve made that pretty clear. What I’m a bit confused about is why that’s a bad thing?”
I rolled my eyes and then turned to locate the clothes I’d shed the night before.
“Baby?”
Spotting a lone heel brought to mind that conveyor belt that no longer had any regret rising in me. Until I glanced at the window again, that was.
“Sam?”
I grabbed the shoe and tried to slip it on while hopping on the other leg like a one-legged grasshopper. “Where’s my?—”
“Samantha!”
“Huh? What?” A forty-five degree turn had me looking toward the voice. It no longer came from the bed, but from beside it. The man it belonged to was no longer all smiles and cuddly. Instead, he stood with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. The fact that he was buck-ass naked took a little sting out of that tone, but still, it was one I really didn’t care to hear directed at me again.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but I’m so, so late.”
His arms dropped and his expression softened as he came toward me. It didn’t matter that I was still standing on one leg, the other bent at the knee and the heel halfway on my foot, he simply wrapped his arms around me and lifted.
“Really, I’m?—”
“Shhh, I’m aware,” he cut in as he returned to the bed. “Panicking isn’t going to help, it’s just likely to break your ankle.” He set me down on the edge of the bed and then knelt down on one knee and guided my foot fully into the heel.
I felt like Cinderella before her Prince Charming… except the story was slightly askew. Instead of losing a shoe, I wore one and had lost everything else. When I started to giggle, Sam looked up and shook his head.
His palms came up to cup my face. “Breathe,” he instructed.
It took a few minutes I really couldn’t afford to spend, but once I had taken several deep breaths, I did feel far more capable of dealing with the disaster.
“Better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
He smiled and bent forward to kiss me. The fact that he simply kissed and did notclaimmy lips told me he understood.
“It’s just that I really hate to be late. It’s disrespectful.”
