Page 39 of Worth the Wait

“She saw nothing, I promise you. I made sure we were out of the range of her security peephole and she didn’t open her door until you were done riding my hand like a rodeo champion.”

“Sam!”Freeing her hands, she swatted him away. “Now, I’m embarrassed. Okay, not really.” She’d never been ashamed of enjoying sex. Having Sam as a partner allowed her to revel in all things sexual. He’d already taken her places she’d only fantasized about, but they still had so much exploring to do.

“Dinner first,” he said, shaking his head when she advanced on him.

“What makes you think I had anything else in mind?”

“I don’t know everything about you yet, but I know that look. Don’t get me wrong, babe, I love that look. But I want to get to know all your other looks too.” He pulled her into his arms. Dropped a kiss on the end of her nose. “Be a good girl for a little while and after dinner, I’ll give my bad girl everything she wants.”

Hisbad girl.

Herheart was in so much trouble.

“With a proposition like thatandenchiladas, how can I refuse?”

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LEIGH

What Sam’scondo lacked in space, it made up for in style. The credit for that style went to Sam. As she’d learned during her tour, he’d remodeled everything after purchasing the one-bedroom unit, personally choosing every detail. The sleek, glossy white kitchen cabinets with hammered nickel accents. The fully tiled walk-in shower that had replaced a standard bathtub. The dove-gray color of the walls, along with every light fixture, picture and piece of décor. All Sam’s picks. He’d even selected the plants on his balcony.

Which were perfect. Just like everything else.

“Dinner,” he said, stepping onto the balcony with a plate in each hand. His gaze landed on her boobs as he sat across from her at the bistro table. “I see there’s a bit of a breeze out here tonight.”

“Funny guy.” Even the slightest shift in position caused the sheer fabric of her blouse to brush her nipples. They’d been standing at attention since he declined to return her bra fifteen minutes ago. “If I said I was cold, would you give me my bra back?”

He shook his head while swallowing a mouthful of beer. Without further comment, he dug into his meal.

The control freak part of her bristled. The other part, the part that couldn’t get enough of Sam’s alpha-male tendencies, told the control freak to get over it and eat her enchilada. And maybe work in a nonchalant stretch once or twice. No harm in tormenting him a little. Payback didn’t have to be a bitch, she could be a party girl too.

“Smells delicious,” she said, gathering a forkful of steaming food.

“I hope it’s not too spicy for you.”

“I like spicy things.” Torment-implementation time. She rolled her shoulders, an action that thrust her breasts forward and pushed her bullet-hard nipples against the gauzy fabric. “Let’s see if you can bring the heat or if you’re all talk.”

His signature sexy-as-sin smile slid into place. “I can bring it, babe. If what I’m serving isn’t spicy enough for you, I can always crank up the heat.”

They both knew this conversation had nothing to do with chili powder or jalapeno peppers.

She licked her lips, gave him a glimpse of tongue while guiding the fork into her mouth.“Mmm…”She chewed with deliberate slowness, licking her lips after swallowing. “So good. I could eat your enchilada all night.”

Laughter erupted from his mouth. “Babe, I think that’s supposed to be my line.”

“In that case, I hope you do.” If she couldn’t seduce him while eating, at least she’d amused him. She’d take it. “Seriously, though,” she said, filling her fork with another heaping bite. “The food is delicious.”

“Glad you like it.”

“I do.” She ate the second mouthful with gusto instead of pretense, then swirled some beer in her mouth to assuage the heat. “It is spicy, but just the right amount for me.”

“I’m happy you feel that way.”

Once again, the conversation seemed to be about something more than the meal. And once again, her desire to be finished with the food portion of their evening roared to life. Beneath the table, she squeezed her thighs together in a futile attempt to get pressure where she needed it.

Soon, Sam would tend to that need. Until then, she’d sit back and enjoy everything else he had to offer. Which was a heck of a lot.

“You’re handsome, buff, funny, smart, great in bed, gainfully employed, a homeowner with an eye for style and you can cook. Is there anything you’re not good at?”

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