Page 39 of The No Try Zone
With one swift movement, I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her to me. She yelps, the butter knives helplessly gripped in her hand. She smells so damn good. Maybe it’s her hair? Her soft as hell skin? I don’t know. She’s driving me crazy. “Don’t call me that,” I growl at her.
She gathers herself instantly, angling the knives at my chest and pushing them in. She’s strong, but again: they’re butter knives.“I’ll call my husband whatever I want to call him.”
My cock jumps awake at that, and I know she feels it.
She presses her lips together and looks away, patches of red blooming on her tan cheeks.
“Fuck,” I choke out, gripping her harder. “Are youtryingto kill me, Sam?”
She raises an eyebrow, then pointedly looks at the knives pressed against my chest.
I exhale.
Dragging her gaze back to me, she says, “I want the divorce, Colin.”
“I don’t think you do.”
Her eyes flash. “You don’t know what I want.”
“I think you want the same thing I do.”
“Wrong,” she snaps. “You don’t know anything.”
“Oh, but I do.” I lean closer, my nose less than an inch from her neck, those damn knives making a hell of a dent, and breathe her in. Smoke from the fire pit and roses and apples. Fucking delicious. “I know the little noise you make when you kiss, because I hear it right before I fall asleep every night. And those smiles you’re handing to the team right and left? I know they’re not the real ones, because I saw your smile that night withme. And,” I lift my lips to the shell of her ear, certain that I’ve made goosebumps appear all over her body, “I know the words you said when you saw my cock. I’ll never forget them.”
She lets out a staggered breath. “Fuck you, Colin.”
“Say the word, Sunshine.” I lean back and make sure she knows I’m serious. “And I’m yours.”
She clenches her jaw and looks away. When she swings her gaze back, tears glisten. “That smile you saw that night? That was the old Sam. The Sam who believed in herself. Who knew all the answers and who knew herself inside and out. But you took that Sam and stomped on her. You made her go against everything she knew, and then you bailed. So no.” She pushes the knives harder, her knuckles white, her arm shaking with the effort. “There will be no words. There will be nothing except you giving me the divorce.” Her voice wavers on the last word, and she lets the knives clatter to the island.
My chest cracks wide open. Shit. I gape at her. “Sam. I had no idea. I’m –”
“Sorry. Yeah, I know. You’re always sorry.” She grits her teeth and shakes her head, as though I’ve disappointed her yet again. “I have to go.” She whirls away and runs from the kitchen, leaving me staring after her, like I always do.
Chapter14
Sam
“TELL ME YOU don’t want it.” Colin’s voice is low and sexy.
“I don’t want it.”
“Liar.” He pulls my lower lip down, and my teeth open with the movement. I’m ready when he pushes his thumb into my mouth, wrapping my lips over it and hollowing out my cheeks, swirling my tongue around his flesh.
His eyes darken.
My hands are on his waistband in seconds, and I take the briefest of moments to appreciate the unapologetic nerdiness of his woven leather belt before unbuttoning the khaki pants he insists on wearing. We groan together as my hand wraps around his cock. The thin cotton of the boxers does nothing to hide the unmistakable thickness of him.
Finally. I wanted to do this in Vegas but I think I passed out instead. But now, it’s happening. Now, I’m getting my mouth on that thick dick of his.
I release his thumb and fall to my knees, pulling the khakis with me. In another second I’m tucking my fingers into his boxers, my breath coming in hot, fast pants as I start to pull them down.
Bang, bang, bang!
The knock on my apartment door is loud and insistent, waking me instantly.
I growl in frustration and wipe the literal drool from my mouth. Even my own dreams are traitors at this point.
