Page 28 of With You

Her feet stuttered to a stop and then she gave him a shy smile as she slid her notepad into the apron wrapped around her waist, “You’re welcome. I’ll be right back with y’all’s drinks.” Then she turned again and walked to the kiosk at the bar where she put in our orders, Gage watching her the whole time.

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“I think Gage has a crush on Mia,” I told Sam as we drove back home. Nerves had me bouncing my leg. We’d never established if we were going to spend the night together. Sam having other options was making me fidgety.

“Of course, he does, have you never noticed how he watches her?” Sam’s brows bowed as she spared me a glance.

“Not until tonight, I’m usually too busy watching my own crush to notice what everyone else is doing.” I gave her a pointed look and her cheeks flushed with color.

Sam made a humming sound, something she did a lot when I let some of my obsession with her show. It threw her off kilter and I really liked to push her out of her comfort zone. Desperate for whatever Samantha Hebert would give me.

We walked side by side to our floor. Overcome with déjà vu when we stopped outside our doors, both of us waited for the other to make the first move. I wanted to skip this awkward dance, for Sam to follow me into my place or drag me into hers like it was a foregone conclusion.

Couldn’t she see my body longed for hers, that in the nights we’d spent together she’d changed me? There was no way I’d be able to sleep without her soft breaths or her ice-cold feet shoving beneath my legs the second I got under the covers. How would she get them warm without me there? Socks? That’s dumb, everyone knows that skin to skin contact is more effective than clothing.

“Why do you look grumpy? That scowl on your face is like looking in a mirror, am I rubbing off on you, too?” The playful tilt to her lips eased my bad mood slightly and it eased more when she didn’t go straight for her door, leaving me on the other side.

Honesty, Sam liked when I was honest with her. “I don’t want to stop sleeping next to you. I’m freaked out that because you have your own place and I have my own place, that you’re going to want to sleep in your bed alone and then your feet will be cold.” Not the most eloquent of confessions but it was out there.

“You’re worried my feet will be cold?” That playful smile grew and I didn’t miss that she’d taken a step closer to me during my insane rant.

“Yes, damnit! I’m honestly worried about them, no one’s circulation should be that bad. I researched it and cold feet are a symptom of like…a million different diseases. What if the rest of your body starts getting the same way and you can’t reach the phone to call for help and because I’m not next to you, you-you freeze to death!”

She curled her lips inward, biting them to hold back her laughter. I’d finally lost it, all my years of wanting her had driven me crazy right when she was within my grasp. And now that I’d let my freak flag fly, she was going to ditch me.

Sam fisted my shirt in her hands and jerked me down so that my mouth hovered just over hers, “I guess you better sleep next to me, then.”

Her full lips crushed against my mouth and when her tongue slipped in, my brain restarted. I devoured her, gripping her ass as I fell against my door with an echoing thud. I kneaded her cheeks, dipping my fingers between her legs to rub her roughly through her jeans. She bucked her hips at my touch but I couldn’t feel her warmth because of the thick denim and it was driving me crazy.

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that? My bed or yours?” I didn’t care which she picked but if she didn’t do it soon there was a solid chance I was going to fuck her in this hallway.

“I’ve always wanted to see your lair,” she took my bottom lip between her teeth and my cock pulsed inside my jeans. Yeah, Sam was going to kill me but I’d die with a smile on my face.

“Then you’re going to see it, kitten.” I counted to three inside my head, forcing myself to turn away from her long enough to unlock the damn door. Then I whirled back around, lifted her up my body and gripped her ass tightly in both hands so I could join my mouth to hers again.

Kicking the door shut, I pressed her against it and pulled back so that we could both catch our breath. “There’s too many things I want to do to you,” I punctuated my words with a roll of my hips.

Sam’s eyes flickered with heat, “Then why aren’t you doing them?”

I held her tight and whirled us around. We bumped off furniture, crashed into walls and I distantly heard something breaking but was too far gone to care. When my shins pressed against my bed, I lowered her down my body.

For the first time, Sam was in my bed, not a hotel’s. Mine. I didn’t know if it was her or the bed that I was thinking of but either way the conclusion was the same. This incredible woman was in my home, my bed and I was going to do whatever I could to keep her there.

“If there’s anything you don’t like, now’s the time to tell me,” I gritted the words through my teeth. My mind was close to being lost in her and I’d never forgive myself if I touched her in a way she didn’t want.

Sam’s mouth parted, then closed, then parted again, “I’m not sure. Maybe you can tell me what you want and I can tell you if I don’t like it.”

I nodded my head as I processed her words, it was a good suggestion. It was also going to be fucking torture talking about what I wanted to do to her and not actually doing it. I cleared my throat and shook myself like that would help me focus.

“Spanking?” I couldn’t describe it more than the one word. If I said I wanted to paint her ass red with my hands and feel her skin warm under my touch then I’d probably come in my pants from the images that would invoke.

“I’m okay with that,” she said, squirming on the comforter.

“My naughty little kitten likes the thought of my handprint on her ass?” I squeezed my cock through my jeans, unable to resist.

Her eyes darted to the action and she licked her lips, “Yes.”

“Anal?” Her cheeks reddened. Sam wasn’t much of a blusher but fuck was it appealing.

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