Page 43 of Dr. Roz Harrington
Sam’s arms tightened slightly around her. “I’m not going anywhere.”
The city lights glittered around them, but neither woman noticed. For tonight, the world outside didn’t matter.
The tension hung between them like a live wire as they exited the event. Roz didn’t say much, and Sam matched her silence. There was no need for words. Their footsteps echoed softly as they walked side by side to Roz’s car, the cool night air doing little to extinguish the fire simmering between them.
Roz’s hand skimmed Sam’s lower back as she opened the car door for her, the light touch deliberate and lingering. Sam shot her a look, sharp and questioning, but her cheeks flushed, betraying the effect Roz had on her. Roz said nothing, only smiled faintly, a small, knowing curve of her lips, before getting into the driver’s seat.
The drive to Roz’s apartment was quiet. Sam sat beside her, staring out at the city lights, but Roz could feel her presence likea magnetic pull. Every red light felt like an eternity; every glance toward Sam sent a jolt of desire through Roz’s chest. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable; it was charged, heavy with unspoken words and mutual understanding.
Roz’s fingers tightened on the wheel as they neared her building. “What are you doing?”a small voice whispered at the back of her mind, but she ignored it. She wasn’t going to overthink this, not tonight.
The door to her apartment closed with a softclickbehind them, the lock sliding into place like a final decision being made. Roz turned to face Sam, the dim light of the entryway casting shadows over the edges of her face.
Sam stood there, still in her firehouse dress uniform, her broad shoulders and strong frame commanding the space effortlessly. Roz leaned back against the door for a beat, taking her in. The contrast between Sam’s steely composure and the vulnerability Roz had glimpsed earlier tonight sent a shiver through her.
Roz’s control slipped, but this time she didn’t fight it. She leaned in, her lips capturing Sam’s in a kiss that erased the distance and uncertainty between them. The kiss was slow at first, gentle, teasing, her thumb brushing against Sam’s cheekbone. But the restraint didn’t last.
Sam responded with an urgency Roz hadn’t expected, her hands gripping Roz’s waist and pulling her closer. Roz allowed herself to melt into it, letting Sam’s touch unmoor her, letting herselffeel.
Roz took control, guiding Sam backward until her legs hit the edge of the couch. She pushed Sam down gently, standing over her as she slipped off her blazer, tossing it aside withoutbreaking eye contact. Sam watched her, eyes dark with need, her breathing uneven.
“You’re too tense,” Roz murmured, her voice dipping as she moved closer, straddling Sam’s lap. Her fingers began working at Sam’s tie, loosening it slowly. “All that firehouse discipline must weigh on you.”
Sam smirked faintly, though the way her hands settled on Roz’s thighs betrayed her resolve. “You think you’re helping?”
Roz smirked right back, tugging the tie free and letting it drop to the floor. “Oh, I know I am.”
She leaned in, kissing Sam again, deeper this time. Her hands worked with deliberate slowness, unbuttoning the shirt, sliding it off Sam’s shoulders, her nails grazing against the skin she exposed. Sam shivered under her touch, her breath catching as Roz’s lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then lower, her kisses lingering against the pulse point in Sam’s neck.
Roz felt Sam’s hands tense against her hips, holding her tighter, pulling her closer. She smiled against Sam’s skin, pleased by the reaction.
“Relax, Sam,” Roz whispered, her voice dropping to a husky murmur. “I’ve got you.”
Sam let out a shaky exhale, her grip loosening slightly as she tilted her head back, giving Roz access to her neck. It was the smallest of surrenders, but Roz felt it, felt the trust in the gesture. For someone like Sam, Roz knew that trust meant everything.
Roz took her time. She pressed soft, lingering kisses against Sam’s collarbone as her hands explored, learning every curve, every line of Sam’s body. She could feel Sam’s tension easing beneath her touch, her breath growing heavier, her control unraveling.
“You always hold everything so tightly,” Roz said quietly, her lips hovering just above Sam’s ear. “You don’t have to do that with me.”
Sam’s hands slid up Roz’s back, her voice soft and rough all at once. “You’re the one who doesn’t let anyone in, Roz.”
The words hit Roz somewhere deep, but instead of pushing away, she leaned into them. She leaned intoSam.
“I’m trying,” Roz admitted, the vulnerability raw in her voice. “For you, I’m trying.”
Sam looked up at her, her eye contact unwavering, and said, “I hope so.”
Warmth bloomed in Roz’s chest from something she couldn’t quite translate into words, and she leaned in to kiss Sam. “I am,” she whispered against Sam’s lips.
Roz placed her hand on Sam’s jaw and turned her head just slightly, trailing kisses down her neck as sucked on her skin, tasting salt and something uniquely Sam that she realized she craved.
Sam leaned her head back, exposing her throat, and moaned deeply as Roz continued her path of kisses downward. Roz drank in the sight of Sam’s luscious breasts, the hardened peaks waiting for her. She captured one in her mouth, her tongue swirling around and over it. She cupped Sam’s other breast with her hand and squeezed it as her thumb teased her nipple. Roz felt Sam’s body respond and tighten, and Sam opened her legs just a little wider.
“Mmmm, are you asking for something, princess?” Roz asked, her voice soft and lilting.
Sam’s eyes fluttered, and all she could get out was a satisfied moan.
“How about I help my princess? Would you like that?” Roz said as she positioned herself between Sam’s legs, making full eye contact the whole time.
