Page 21 of Lily
Chapter 6
The silence in the kitchen was only broken by the soft bubbling sound of the boiling water. Sam looked over his shoulder at her, and Lily bit her lip.
He made a tsking sound of disapproval, and she let her lip go with an audible pop.
"I am," Lily said quietly, and he hummed in approval. "But how…why did you wonder? I mean, I don't understand."
"Some Littles just make it obvious, and you are one of those Littles." He drained the pasta and turned the stove off. "I was worried when you stopped coming in to the club to perform."
"Yeah, it's been a rough time."
Sam took two plates down and set them out, dished the pasta out, of which hers was more than she could ever hope to eat, but when she opened her mouth to protest, Sam held up a finger. "Eat it up. You don't have to finish it, but you need a good meal."
"How do you know that? I work at a diner as a waitress, you know," she said, but she took the knife and fork he held out to her.
"Your stomach was growling, so maybe you should make it a point to eat some of the food you serve."
"I ate a whole sandwich at work today," she replied but took a bite of the pasta anyway. Her eyes widened when she tasted the pasta. "This is delicious!"
Sam smirked. "I know."
"You're cocky."
He took a seat next to her and put his plate down. "I prefer to think of it as confident, not cocky. Cocky is off putting but confidence? That's sexy."
Lily nearly choked on her food at the word sexy. Sam sat up and looked at her in concern.
"Are you choking?" he asked.
"N-no," she sputtered, but another cough had Sam lifting her hands above her head.
"Lift your hands; try to breath."
She sucked in a deep breath and nearly fell off her stool when Sam leaned close to her, his chest brushing against hers when he lifted her arms up over her head.
"Breathe, Lily," he urged her, standing up from his seat and holding her hands over her head. "You have to breathe."
Lily's eyes widened when her nose brushed against Sam's chest. The muscle beneath his shirt was unmistakable. The warmth rolling off him made her shiver.
"Are you breathing?"
"I am," she whispered, staring ahead at his chest. She didn't trust herself to look anywhere else.
"You have to be careful, little girl," he said, and Lily swore she had never heard anything so seductive as the baritone of Sam's voice. His fingers were no longer just holding her arms over her head but were rubbing her skin gently, his thumbs trailing along the inside of her wrists in a lazy pattern that had her stifling a moan.
"You're sweet, aren't you?" Sam asked, and she nodded her head in answer.
"Yes," she whispered. Sam moved his hands, running his palms down the backs of her arms until he was threading his fingers through her hair and tipping her head back. Lily looked up at him and shivered when his fingertips brushed over the tops of her ears.
He smiled down at her and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. "I believe it." Sam's thumb slid down along the edge of her jaw. Lily lifted her hands up, her fingers twisting in his shirt as she tried to get closer to him. Lily scooted to the edge of the stool, her hands sliding up his sides as she tried to rise up from her stool. Anything to get a bit closer for the kiss that she could see was coming, but the maneuver was risky at best when she was sitting on a stool and the man was half a foot taller than she.
"Shit!" Lily's hands blindly grabbed at Sam's shirt as she tottered on the edge of her stool.
"I've got you," he said as he caught her in his arms and held her close. "You have to be more careful."
Lily pushed back on his chest and sat back down on her stool trying not to look as flustered as she felt. "I'm being careful."
Sam snorted and tweaked a lock of her hair. "Sure thing, Lily Bell." He moved away from her, and Lily had to hold herself back from reaching for him or, at the very least, making an annoyed sound at the loss of his warmth. "Eat your dinner, hmm?"
