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“Would you rather it be a date-date?” he questioned with a shy smile as they stepped up onto the sidewalk.

Sam stopped walking then and looked up at him. “I don’t need a label. I just…I just need you.”

Callum looked at Sam and stared into her eyes. “Maybe we can talk seriously about those labels later.”

Before Sam could process what he’d just said, Callum quickly jerked his head back and forth and then pushed her backward into a wonderfully placed alcove.

“What are you doing?” She started to laugh.

“I’m going to kiss you. But I can’t make any promises as to where my hands might end up, and I don’t feel like sharing the sight of you with anyone else,” Callum explained as he pushed her up against a brick wall.

It was too dark without the moonlight shining over them, and she couldn't quite see his face. But she could feel every place where he touched her skin.

He was mapping out her body in agonizingly slow strokes. His fingertips trailed from her hands up her arms and then across her collar bones. They then made their way to her breasts and she stifled the moan that threatened to erupt. At some point, the purse that held their recently purchased swimsuits and towel became discarded on the ground.

He growled in delight when his hands wrapped around her to feel the smooth skin of her back. “I fucking love this dress.” And then she felt his teeth scrape across her neck. “I can’t wait to rip it off you.”

Her breathing became ragged and he had yet to even kiss her.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed against her neck as his hands cupped her ass and pulled her closer.

“No.”

“Sam…Once I have you, there is no going back.” Their lips were so close she felt his statement as she heard it.

“I know. I don’t want to go back. Take me home.”

Chapter 45 - Sam

Sam was absolutely sure they would be kicked out of the Uber at any moment. They were a mess of hands and lips and fits of laughter. There was no way their driver didn’t know exactly what they were up to.

With the cut of her dress, Callum had limited access to her breasts and she could tell it aggravated him beyond reason. At one point, she burst into a giggle when he slid his hand into the backless portion of her dress only to reach his fingers around to the front, desperate to touch her.

“You’re going to rip it!”

“Kristin won’t miss it,” he said between peppering kisses to her neck.

“Mmhmm,” she moaned out when his other hand slid further up her dress to cup her ass.

They were jolted apart by the rapid stop of the car. It was only then that Sam noticed they had made it all the way back to his home.

“You two have a great night!” the driver called out with a laugh as they ran up the front porch steps.

She could hear the others laughing from inside as Callum unlocked the front door. The laughter quickly turned to hushed whispers as they made their way through the foyer and toward the hall that held the guest suite. Kristin, Drew, and Micah all sat around the kitchen table, each with a drink in hand.

Sam chose not to look Kristin in the eye as they passed her. They could talk tomorrow about whatever happened in that room tonight.

But once they were inside and the door was shut and locked and a lamp flickered to life, she promptly lost her bravery.

“I need pajamas.” She wanted to slap herself. It was the first thing that came to mind.

“Sam. I promise, you most definitely will not be needing pajamas,” Callum said as he stalked toward her.

Her breathing increased and her heart felt as though it was about to flutter away.

“You're shaking.” Callum reached out to intertwine his fingers with hers.

“I’m sorry.”

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