He gathers me to his chest. “Give me a few minutes, and I’ll do it again.”
It’s not our usual protocol, but I also don’t want to argue. The idea of having any part of him inside me already has me clenching my thighs again. So what if he tacked on a tender thought? Endorphins are running high. It makes sense he’d be a little more affectionate right now.
I will myself not to overthink it as I snuggle into Sam’s warm, firm chest to wait for round two.
Chapter 27
“Have you eaten yet?” Sam asks as he twirls a lock of my hair around his finger.
I give him an incredulous look. “Like, as in dinner?”
“Exactly like dinner.”
“No.”
“Good, me neither. You like Chinese?”
I nod. “Oh, yeah. Vegetable lo mein is my favorite. Bonus if they have tofu.”
He rolls to his side to grab his phone from the side table. Scrolling quickly, he taps call and puts the phone to his ear.
“You have them in your contacts?” I ask in disbelief.
He shrugs, but instead of answering me he says, “Hi, can I place an order for delivery?”
A few minutes later, our food is ordered. When we get dressed, Sam offers me one of his shirts, and this time I accept. It’s huge on me, hitting mid-thigh, so I don’t put on my pants. As I strut into the living room, Sam watches me intently. I make sure to exaggerate the swing in my hips.
I take a seat on the couch and giggle at Sam still staring. “Careful. You’re starting to drool.”
In a panic, he wipes at his mouth, but when his hand comes back dry, he mockingly glares. “Just thinking about dessert.” With a wink, he turns on the fireplace, but I’m already on fire.
He grabs what has become my favorite fuzzy blanket and tosses it to me. I don’t hesitate to wrap it around myself. If anything, just to cover my bare skin so I’m not distracting him anymore.
Once I’m covered, Sam pouts before placing his fingers on his laptop sitting on the coffee table. He doesn’t open it. “I had an idea for this week. What if we played charades?”
“How would that work?”
“Well, we’d split the room into teams, but you and I would be the only ones acting stuff out.”
I frown. “That doesn’t sound like any fun for me.”
“I just thought it would be something different.” His cheerful expression falls, and guilt slaps me.
A grimace takes over my face before I say, “I guess we could try it, but what would the presentation be?”
“There wouldn’t be one, necessarily. You and I would load the clues into a random number generator and spin to see what we get.” He taps the laptop gingerly. “It wouldn’t take very long to do...”
“Which would give us more time to do what?” I ask in jest. I know exactly what he wants more time to do, and to be honest, so do I.
Sam locks eyes with me, an intensity burning in them that makes my body temperature rise even more. “Satiate our appetites.”
I don’t need this damn blanket. I swallow, ready to accept his offer, but a knock at the door startles me. Sam stands, his gaze lingering on mine as he steps past the couch to answer the door. As he returns to the couch, he sets a paper bag on the coffee table, and the delectable aroma of Chinese food fills the air.
My mouth waters until he pulls several Styrofoam containers from the bag. Then, I frown.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I just can’t wait for the Styrofoam ban to take effect.”
