Page 60 of Deking at Love
Whiplash
Theairstirred,andAngie knew in a heartbeat Sam stood behind her.“Hey, angel.”His voice was low, smoky.If sex could be turned into speech, those two words were the epitome.
A steely arm snaked around her waist and pulled her to a steelier frame.His lips were on her ear, doing things that set off a series of unwelcome chills along her spinal column.
“Sam!Not here!”she ground out through clenched teeth.Though the staff had left for lunch and the clinic was empty, the doors weren’t locked.Anyone could walk in at any moment with a line of sight to her desk.
“But I’m here for my … session.”He flexed his hips, pressing them against her ass in a deliberate rhythm, leaving no doubt he was happy to see her.“Besides, no one’s here.”His free hand gently grasped her chin and turned her head toward him.His navy blues swirled with something besides the usual lust she saw there, something she couldn’t quite pin down.He gave her a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes.“Hey, beautiful.Missed you.”
Even though they’d been naked together earlier this morning.
He dropped a searing kiss on her mouth.She squirmed, but his arm banded around her tighter, his hand splaying wide and moving to her breast while he devoured her mouth.She eased and molded against him.Talented fingers slid beneath the placket of her polo shirt until they reached their target.
She let out an errant gasp, encouraging him to work his magic fingers.
He broke the kiss and nuzzled her cheek.“You are so fucking sexy in your baggy pants.I want you so bad.Bathroom break?Or I could just bend you over your desk.”The hand that wasn’t busy tending to her breast stroked her ass.
She fought against the sensations threatening to sweep her up and carry her away.“We can’t!Besides, we just had abathroom breakfive hours ago.”
“Yeah, and I’m hungry all over again.You’re like Chinese food.Never can get enough.”
She bubbled with laughter.
He removed his hands and pulled away.“Not the sound a man wants to hear when he’s doing his damnedest to seduce his smoking-hot girlfriend.”
Oh, she liked the sound of that.And not just the “smoking-hot” part.
Tugging her polo back into place, she turned toward him, melting when she saw an adorable grin plastered on his handsome face.She grinned right back.“Can’t say as I’ve ever been mentioned in the same sentence as Chinese food before.Not sure how I feel about the comparison.”
He held up his index finger.“Only thebestChinese food.”He stole a glance over his shoulder before jerking his chin toward the bathroom.His hands grasped her waist, and his eyes prowled her body.“What do you say?No one will find out.”
“Until Celia wonders why you’re not on my table and comes looking for us,” she deadpanned.
“On your table?You on top?”His timbre turned sleek and sinful.“Oh yeah.I’m digging that visual.”She rolled her eyes.“Okay, we’ll save the table for after hours.”
Oh, it was tempting.Getting naked with Sam had become one of her favorite pastimes, and it wasn’t only about the way he knew how to tune her body and hit all the right notes.It was about the tender way he cuddled her after, the kisses he sprinkled over her shoulders and neck, the sweet things he whispered in her ear—that he loved the color of her eyes and the shape of her mouth and how she laughed when the shelter pets got up to their antics.
It was talking to him in the dark, laughing with him, sharing memories along with the mundane everyday things.
“I’m good with the bathroom,” he murmured.“We’ll lock the door.”
The sound of the clinic door opening made her shove his hands away.“Sorry,” she mouthed.
“It’s okay,” he assured as he stepped back and turned toward the sound.
In strolled a Blizzard player, and one side of Sam’s mouth hitched up.“Toby.What’s up?”
“There you are.”Toby’s eyes slid between them.His lips curled in a knowing smile.“Coach thought you might be down here getting some …therapy.”
Angie bristled at the innuendo.Unless Toby had seen them seconds earlier—beforehe’d opened the door—he could have no idea Sam had had his hands on her.He was jumping to conclusions he had no business jumping to, conclusions hewouldn’thave jumped to if Angie had been one of the other therapists.
A little doubt niggled at the back of her brain.What if Tobyhadseen?What if someone else had?She and Sam needed to be less careless
Sam’s eyebrows rose.“Coach wants me?”
“Probably wants to give you the same lecture he gave the rest of us about not partyingallnight tonight.”
“Or maybe it’s about coming on the road trip with the team.”
