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"I could taste you, if I sit down here," she points to the floor. "I wouldn't even have to move much. I bet if I just leaned forward a tiny bit, I could catch you with my mouth." I love when she talks like this, confident and sexy. If it was any other time, I'd be feeding her my cock, but I can't, not yet.
"As much as I want your mouth on me baby, I can't. When you’re better, I plan on keeping you in bed for days, but I need to I know that you are healed before I can touch you how I want."
Her face falls, and she nods.
I can tell she still feels rejected.
I grab her hand and make her feel how much I want her.
"Don't ever think I don't want you. I always want you, and I'll have you, just as soon as I know it's safe for you, understand?" It comes out more like an order than a question, but she gives me a small smile, so I know she’s not mad.
The driver hits the intercom, "Mr. Huntington one of the other passengers is returning. I've locked the doors. Should I inform them when you will be out?" Sam blushes, realizing someone witnessed our exchange.
"It's okay. You can unlock them, we're coming out now." I hear a small click.
I open the door before one of my parents can.
"Oh honey, there you are. I was just making sure our girl was up and you weren't harassing her." My mom eyeballs me like she knows exactly what we were up to.
"No Lynn, it was me. I didn't want to wake up." Sammy saves me. I give my mom a look to prove I'm a good boy.
She makes an exaggerated tsk, "Well are you coming or what?" She turns back around and heads back inside, before I can answer.
I can hear Sammy’s low laugh from behind me where she's still in the car.
"Yeah yeah, come here you troublemaker," she eases out the door slowly, and I help her stand.
We turn and get our first look at the new place together.
“Pretty great,” I say.
She sniffs dramatically, “It’ll do.”
As punishment, I gently lift her off her feet and walk her up the steps to the open door. She screeches. I pause thinking I hurt her, but a fit of giggles follows.
Chapter 32
The brownstone is even better than I'd imagined, I think, as I take a long gulp of my coffee mug before we leave.
Sammy fell in love with the kitchen as soon as she saw it. She loved the exposed bricks and we've both come to value the beauty of a bedroom door.
I put down my mug and walk to the front door. I don't think she or I will ever stop missing her studio. It was our home, before that bastard defiled it.
We've been here a week. Today is the first day she's going back to the bookstore.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get settled a little more?” I ask, leaning against the wall.
She stands up from bending to put her shoes on, “Beau, we’ve gone over this. I’m ready to take back some control. I feel like I’m hiding out. Ineedto move forward.”
She’s right, if she’s ready. I’ll be right there with her.
“Sorry, I know. You’re right.”
Samantha approaches me slowly. Her hand reaches up and glides over my stubbled cheek.
“Don’t apologize Beau. I know this hasn’t been easy on you.”
I clasp my hand over hers, “You’re so stro—” her lips land on mine. Stopping my words.
