We could do this.
I rose, dragging him with me, and headed for the lobby.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
ADRI
say it out loud
Sam pulled me to him and leaned back against the door, pushing it closed with his ass. He sighed. “I should have mentioned this downstairs.”
I waited, but he said nothing else. He just closed his eyes and shook his head. “Mention what?”
More head shaking. “I don’t want to kill the mood, but I don’t want to wait until… after.”
Then just tell me, I wanted to say. Instead, I waited, taking in his scent, working one hand beneath his shirt, trying to undo the button of his shorts with the other. The shorts looked good on him. They showed off his tanned legs. I liked looking at his legs; I liked them wrapped around my waist, too.
“Tammy told me to bring you to dinner.”
I stumbled back as the implications of his words dawned on me. His family wanted to see me?
“Yeah,” he muttered. “I should have waited, huh?”
“No. Yes. No. I… Do you want me there?” He might have said he wanted me to stay, but that didn’t mean… What he’d said during that video call, that I couldn’t visit them. We’d moved past that. Hadn’t we?
“Yes.” Sam spread his arms and dropped to his knees, never taking his eyes off me. I winced at the dull thud on the carpet.
“It scares the roast out of me, but yes.” He tapped his chest and let out a breath. “And I’m sorry I let you believe I didn’t want you to meet them. Their question caught me off guard, and I’ve been sick to my stomach thinking about it. I keep putting my foot in.”
I joined him on the floor—close, but not touching—mimicking his pose to bring us eye to eye. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He shuffled closer until our noses almost touched.
“For admitting you’re scared.”
“I am. But I meant what I said. I want you to stay. I want this…” He placed one hand on my chest, the other against his own. “I wantus.”
So did I. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him—trapping his hands between us—swallowing his moan. His tongue chased mine, hot and hungry, until we were both out of breath.
I tightened my grip on him and pushed us both up. Once he had his feet firmly planted on the floor, I kissed him again.
Afterwards, he smiled against my mouth, his words tickling my lips as he whispered, “You. This. Pulling me up as if I weigh nothing. It turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.”
“I think you’ve mentioned it.” Once or twice. I nipped his bottom lip. What turned me on was that he just went with it. “Enough talking. I want to feel you.”
Worming his hands free, he brushed his lips across mine and kissed me, hot and hard, showing he gave as good as he got. Which was very, very good. I pushed into him. I wanted more.
Tracing his fingers down my sides, he pulled back and smiled. With his hands on my hips, he walked us to my bed and dropped me onto it.
“What are you in for?” he asked as he landed on top of me.
“Anything. Everything.” His face loomed above me—looking thoroughly kissed—and I imagined him on top of me. “You. On top.”
His smile widened. “Great choice. You want me to undress you first?”
I blinked and glanced at my clothes. “I don’t care.”
“So, hard and fast, then?”
