He brushes his fingers over my lacy bra, and hums. “So sexy.” His warm palm runs over my hardened nipples, the sensation almost too much to bear.
My knees buckle, but he catches me. He braces me against the shelf, running his hand over my ass and under my thigh to hike up my leg. I hook it around his waist so that our hips meet. His hard length presses against my apex, and I gasp. I’ve forgotten how good that feels.
How good he feels.
He very gently grinds against me, sliding his hard cock up and down. I’m moaning my head off, but luckily, the party is loud enough I’m sure no one can hear us. When he presses harder, my head flops back. Sam takes full advantage.
Peppering kisses along my cheek and jaw, he nuzzles into the crook of my neck. His hot breath cascades down my skin as his hand slides down my body. It settles between my thighs, his fingers caressing my soaking wet lacy panties.
He pushes the fabric aside and slips two fingers inside me. With a shudder, he whispers, “So wet. All for me?”
My response is to moan and twist my fingers tighter into his hair, pulling him closer.
He continues to suck, kiss, and nip at my neck and shoulder. His fingers work their magic as his thumb massages my swollen clit. The pressure building inside of me has me digging my nails into his shoulder, but it doesn’t seem to faze him. He keeps his tempo, rubbing me the right way. I’m so close to my climax, but I don’t want it to end yet.
Sam ends it for me when he bites out, “Come for me.”
I meet that glorious crest head on. My body shudders with release as I cry out his name, but he doesn’t stop. His tempo slows, but he keeps moving his fingers until I’m completely finished. Slowly, my grip on him eases. He releases me from his embrace, allowing me to stand on my own.
As I steady myself on my own two feet, I look up at him through my lashes. The adoring, longing expression on his face rips the air from my lungs once again. I want nothing more than to pull him in for another searing kiss so I can ride him cowgirl style until the cows come home.
But before I can act, the pantry door opens, and light spills in. Some drunk guy dressed like a pirate steps through the doorway, but stops immediately when he sees us. Realization spreads across his face in the form of a shit-eating grin.
“Sorry,” he says, snickering. “Thought this was the bathroom.”
“Well, it’s not. Get the fuck out!” Sam shouts, but it’s too late.
Getting caught made everything suddenly very real for me. I run, as best I can in these heels, straight out the door, not bothering to zip my costume. Sam calls out after me, at least I think he does. The music is too loud, but the pounding of my panicking heart is louder. It’s drowning out everything around me.
I bolt through the house and out the front door, not giving two shits about the freezing air as I tear down the street. Within minutes, I’m back home. I fling the door open, crashing it into the wall, and slam it shut. In my room, I flop onto my bed, covering my face with my pillow and screaming into it.
What the fuck was I thinking? Bottom line is, I wasn’t. Yet again, Sam Eastman busted through my walls and kept me from weighing the consequences of my actions. It’s like he impairs my ability to think things through.
I’m sure the alcohol didn’t help, but even when I’m drunk, Lisa says I’m still an annoying over-analyzer. So, what’s my problem?
“Ugh,” I groan into my pillow. How am I going to face Sam in class after this?
I need Lisa, but I don’t want to ruin her fun. I pull out my phone to text her that I’m home and that everything is okay, that I’m just tired. My drama can wait until tomorrow. Maybe a good night’s sleep will help me sort things out.
Chapter 20
The next morning, I’m awake by six. It’s certainly not intentional since I didn’t get home until after one, but I had such a fitful sleep, I can’t stay in bed any longer. So, I get up, make a pot of coffee, and read.
One of my guilty pleasures is reading romance novels. There’s something about a hot, perfect leading man who gives the female character all her wishes and desires that calls to me. I guess in a way, I’m waiting for my perfect leading man. I’ve yet to find him.
I read for over two hours before Lisa and Jackie come downstairs. They look like hell, and I have to stifle my giggles. “Good morning, sunshines.”
Lisa flips me off as she yawns, her lipstick smeared down her chin. From the way her eye makeup is smudged, she’s probably been rubbing her eyes. I confirm this when she gets close enough for me to see she’s only got one fake lash still on. Her ponytail is barely holding it together as she lumbers down the steps.
“Is Hannah still asleep?” I ask.
Jackie shakes her head and shrugs. Her makeup isn’t in as bad of shambles as Lisa’s, but I’d say she’s winning the walk of shame since she slept in her costume. I shoot them both a questioning look laced with concern.
“She left with that beer pong guy,” Lisa says.
I chew on the inside of my cheek. “I knew she left the garage with him, but I didn’t know she left with him.”
When my concern doesn’t waver, Jackie sighs. “It was someone she knows from class. She texted me last night when she got to his house, and she already texted me this morning that she’s alive.” She pulls out her phone to show me the messages, complete with the slew of emojis. “Happy?”
