I bump open the door with my hip and heft my bags into the suite. I can't deny the sharp shafts of relief that pump through me. Distance and perspective are exactly what's needed right now.With a quick glance around, I catch sight of Mia sitting on the couch in the living area we share. When she remains silent, lost in her own thoughts, I call out, "Hello!"Her head swivels toward me before a ghost of a smile curves her lips. "Hey, girl. Thanks again for clearing out for the past couple of days, I really appreciate it. I hope everything was cool with Sam."Yeah...we're not going to discuss that situation at the moment.Or possibly ever."It was fine. How did your visit with Carter go? Did you guys have a good time?" Before she can answer, I throw up a hand. "If you're going to tell me that you two never left the room and it was just one long marathon of sexy times, I'd rather not hear the gory details, thank you very much."The forced smile stays glued to her lips.
Instead of asking what she means, I brush off the remark and redirect our conversation away from Sam. He now feels like dangerous and murky territory. "Anyway, there's nothing between Liam and me. He kissed me and-" She doesn't give me a chance to finish the sentence before pouncing. "He kissed you! Liam Garrison actually kissed you?" She looks dangerously close to swooning."Um, yeah." I fold my hands in my lap and add, "It was nice-""His kiss was just...nice? That's it? Liam Garrison gave you a ride on his motorcycle, took you to play pool, and then kissed you, and it wasn't anything more than nice?" Her voice rises with each word.I nod before shrugging. "It was nice. Nothing more, nothing less.""That's seriously disappointing." There's a pause. "Was he bad at it?" Almost immediately she shakes her head. "No-that seems impossible. He's way too gorgeous to be bad at making out.""No, the kiss was fine." My mind turns back to yesterday. "It just wasn't an
For the next two days, Mia's words roll around like marbles in the back of my head. On Tuesday, I deliberately dawdle on my way to Rickets' class so that I'm late. Not by much, certainly not enough to incur his wrath, but just enough so that there's no time for Sam and me to delve into any meaningful conversations.During the entire class period, all ninety tortuous minutes of it, his leg continually brushes up against mine. Every time it does, a little burst of awareness shoots through my body, making it impossible to focus on the lecture.At one point, I wonder what it would feel like to climb that big body of his like a tree. Those thoughts make me squirm uncomfortably in my seat, attempting to alleviate a bit of the pressure forming between my tightly clenched thighs.Once class is wrapped up for the day, Sam pounces, asking if I want to grab a coffee and talk. Instead of manning up and hashing things out with him, I make up some lame excuse as to why I have to haul ass acr
After thirty more minutes, I've drained another beer and have approached two more guys who-if you can actually believe it-are more interested in watching the game on TV than striking up a conversation with yours truly.And trust me, I've been thrusting out my boobs the entire time.Nada.I stare glumly at my empty mug. "Picking up guys is more difficult than it appears."As those disheartened words leave my lips, Mia dissolves into another fit of giggles. "For you, yes. I really should be videoing this. It would make a hilarious GIF.""You suck as a wing woman," I mutter. "You suck at picking up dudes," she tosses back.I can't exactly argue with that, now can I? Apparently, I do suck at picking up guys. Who knew?This night has turned out to be a complete bust. "I'm going to the bathroom," I say, feeling deflated. Once there, I take care of business and reapply my lipstick.As I return to the table, a guy loitering at the bar catches my attention. Before I can thi
I've had enough. Whether Violet realizes it or not, we're done playing games. If she thinks for one damn moment I'm going to stand by and allow her to go home with a random dude, she's out of her mind.That's not going to happen.Up until Sunday, our relationship had been teetering precariously on the edge of something more. Waking up with my arms wrapped around her, my morning wood pressed against her backside, and my hand palming the generous curve of her breast, forever tipped the scales. There's no turning back from that. I couldn't rein in my desire even if I wanted to.I owe Mia big time for shooting me a text and clueing me in to what was about to go down. Even though she never mentioned what they were doing here, I had my suspicions. With the last few days ratcheting up the sexual tension between us, and her subsequently avoiding me, it was only a matter of time before Violet attempted to diffuse the situation. I should have realized she would try something like thi
Sam backs me up against the door to my bedroom as we stand in the common area of my suite. His body cages me in as his lips linger over my mouth. But he never quite touches me.More like teases.It only makes me want him more than I already do. All I want is to feel the firm pressure of his mouth sliding lazily over mine again.And the things he whispered in my ear...Holy hell.I thought I'd burst into flames on the spot. Who knew that Sam could talk so dirty or that it would totally turn me on?My panties are completely drenched, and my clit is throbbing with a life all its own. My hand rises to the collar of his T-shirt before fisting it with my fingers. I want to drag him closer until I don't know where he ends, and I begin.In this moment, all I want is for him to touch me. To touch me like I've fantasized about. To touch me like I've been touching myself all the while imagining it was him."Sam," I groan as those thoughts tumble through my head.His lips slant
As if silently trying to convince me, he flexes his hips against mine. His hard length slides home. Lovely little shards of pleasure ricochet through me at the contact. I can't stop the moan that escapes from my lips. "Please, baby? I stood outside your door, imagining how beautiful you would look with your legs spread wide, stroking yourself to thoughts of me." He thrusts again. "I want to watch you touch yourself."How can I possibly say no when he makes it sound so...Sexy.That thought alone has my clit pulsing a steady beat. Sam takes my silence for acquiescence and rolls to the side. For a moment, I stay still and gather my courage. Touching myself in front of him feels wildly intimate. Even though I'm nervous, I want to do this.My fingers fumble as I sit up and strip off my top. I draw in a deep breath before starting on the jeans. It takes more than one attempt to flick open the button. When I'm down to nothing more than my bra and panties, I chance a peek
The entire time we sit in Rickets' class, Sam has my fingers ensconced in his own as if for safekeeping. As if I might disappear if he relinquishes his hold for even a split-second. There's never a moment when he isn't toying with them or stroking his thumb against the sensitive flesh of my palm. It would be distracting if it weren't so cute.It's been over a week since the night at O'Brien's. I have to say, it's been pretty amazing. I keep waiting for the bottom to fall out. I keep expecting to feel itchy or antsy or whatever-it-is-I-start-to-feel before I decide to cut and run.That has yet to happen.My state of happiness is disconcerting. Almost as if everything is right in the world. I'm flooded with an overall feeling of wellbeing, which is scary.I've never felt this kind of contentment course through me. Certainly not over a guy. It's odd how such a subtle shift in our relationship has made me feel complete. Unexpectedly settled in a way I couldn't have dreamed p