“I would’ve bought the whole damn restaurant if I thought it would make you happy,” he whispered as he began trailing a line of kisses up the side of my neck. I tilted my head to give him better access.
“I don’t need a restaurant,” I said, moaning as he bit down on the lobe of my ear.
“You don’t?”
“Nope,” I said, turning in his arms and running my hands up into his hair. “You make me happy all on your own.”
My tongue darted out to lick my lips and then his mouth was on mine and I was lost to everything but the taste of his lips and the feel of his hands running up and down my spine. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed that way, but we were both panting by the time we pulled away and I was very pleased to see I wasn’t the only one who had to adjust himself.
I grabbed a couple of plates and we took turns scooping out the food we wanted from the various cartons then we headed to the living room. We sat, facing each other on the couch and over dinner, took turns talking about our day. Samuel told me everything that had happened with Gayle and how well she’d taken the news.
“She sounds like such an incredible person,” I told him.
“She is. I’m very lucky that we’ve been able to stay friends through all of this and that she’s been so supportive.”
“Well, I think she could say the same about you.” Samuel stared down at his plate, but I could see the small smile on his lips.
“Anyway, I just have to get through next weekend. Brooklyn’s coming home for a visit and we decided that we needed to go ahead and tell her what’s going on.” He set his plate down on the coffee table and leaned back. I could see the tightness around the corners of his eyes and the concern hidden in their blue depths. I didn’t like seeing him worry.
I set my own plate aside and crawled onto his lap. His arms came around me automatically and I cupped his face. “From everything you’ve told me, Brooklyn’s a smart and compassionate girl. A trait she inherited from both of her parents. She may be upset at first, but you won’t lose her.”
“You think so?” Samuel asked quietly.
“I do. And if you need to talk afterward, just call me. Or come over. I’m sure I can think of ways to relieve your stress,” I said, wagging my brows up and down. Samuel let out a low chuckle and then he lowered me onto the couch and we spent the next few hours making out like a couple of teenagers.
