Page 57 of Becoming His Perfect Daddy
And given the way his body relaxed just a little, he knew it. “Exactly. And yoga? That was a coincidence. So was the coffee shop. I can’t help it if something keeps pushing us together. I. Am. Not. Stalking. You.”
His words triggered something in my brain, and Tristan’s words about the universe came back to me. Maybe some forcewaspushing us together. Maybe something out therewastrying to get our attention. Maybe thiswasimportant.
Maybe I should listen.
“Sam, I . . .” My teeth played with my lower lip as I considered the situation. I didn’t know what to say.
“Cameron, please believe me, these are all crazy coincidences, I promise. Did I want to see you again? Absolutely. But I didn’t orchestrate it.”
I believed him. I hated it, but I did. I didn’t want to believe him. Because if what he was saying was true, I couldn’t overlook the supernatural timing of all of this. I couldn’t overlook that something was shoving us together, making our connection so obvious that we couldn’t ignore it.
ThatIcouldn’t ignore it.
God, I wanted to. I wanted to go back to hiding. Back to protecting my heart, staying safe, not risking anything.
Because if I believed him, I’d have to act on it. I’d have to give in. I’d have to let him in.
The part of me that wanted that was getting louder. And that fucking terrified me.
As I stared into his eyes, our breathing evening out, I couldn’t deny it any longer. I wanted this man. I might’ve even needed him. So I did the only thing I could.
I leapt toward him, grabbed the lapels of his jean jacket, yanked him to me, and pressed my lips to his.
Fireworks exploded in that back hallway, and my heart rate picked up as Sam got over the initial shock and started to kiss me back. After that first moment of hesitation, Sam’s lips moved with purpose over mine, sending sparks throughout my entire body, and his hand went to the back of my head as he took control of the kiss.
I fucking melted, and the world fell away. The only thing that existed was me and him.
My arms went around him as he tugged me even closer until I could feel every inch of him against me. Pushing me back toward the wall, Sam held me up, hooking his hands behind my thighs and lifting me until I wrapped my legs around him. God, he was strong.
I gasped as my back hit the hard surface, and he took the opportunity to thrust his tongue inside my mouth. I pulled him even closer, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legsaround his waist as he devoured me. His hands ventured from my thighs to my ass and squeezed. We moaned at the same time, the vibrations echoing through us and ramping up my desire. I wanted to get this man naked right the fuck now.
But he pulled back, stepping away from the wall. I let my legs fall as he released me, and we stood a foot apart, staring at each other as our chests heaved in unison. I didn’t think either of us knew what to say; I know I didn’t. So we just stood there, trying to catch our breath.
After what could’ve been hours, Sam finally straightened and swallowed hard. “Cameron, I . . .” He cleared his throat. “Are you okay?”
Fuck. That this man’s first concern was if I was okay told me everything I needed to know. Okay, maybe noteverything, but if he was here with Ethan, if he loved my Daddy/boy books, if he was so concerned for my well-being, then maybe he was the Daddy I always wanted. Maybe he wanted to bemyDaddy.
God, I could only hope.
I swallowed as well, worried my voice wouldn’t work right. “I’m okay. I’m—was that okay?”
Sam nodded slowly, eyeing me like he was worried I might disappear. “That was so much better than okay. That was . . .”
“Everything?”
It just came out. I didn’t know why. But once I’d put that word out there, spoken it between us, I knew it was true. Thatwaseverything. This was everything.
And it scared the shit out of me.
Sam was nodding his agreement, but this was too fast. I couldn’t do this right now. I wasn’t ready, was I? I couldn’t explore the chemistry between us because it could lead—very easily, my heart knew—to love. And love was messy. Love was hard. Love meant I got hurt.
But a small voice inside me, one I’d ignored for far too long, whispered,But what if this love could last forever?
It couldn’t be true. Life didn’t work like that. Sure, I was a romantic, but real life was imperfect. Love was imperfect. It couldn’t give me the happy ending I wrote in my books.
Sam took a step forward, reaching a hand toward the side of my head. He hesitated as he searched my eyes, looking for my consent. I nodded once, needing to feel his skin on mine again despite the internal battle waging between my head and my heart.
When his palm touched my cheek, my eyes fell closed without my permission. The electricity was still there, but his warmth took precedence, emanating throughout my entire being and calming me. It helped me focus, helped me breathe. Helped me think clearly.
