Page 12 of Falling Again
Once we’re inside, breakfast is served quickly, and I take the opportunity to watch my sisters interact with Sam and Toby. So far, Tawny hasn’t scared him off with her pointed questions about his move to the island. Ella has Toby captivated and I know he’s going to love having her as his teacher in the fall.
It’s a little overwhelming how easily they fit in with my family. What will happen when I leave again? Will my sisters still be friendly? Will they have meals together, without me there? That thought sends a swift pang to my heart.
I’m snapped out of my thoughts by chairs being pushed back. Breakfast is over and I spent half of it in a brain fog.
“I’ve got to go deal with some invoices. Nice to meet you Sam, Toby,” Tawny says as she turns with a wave to head to her office.
“Hey Toby, would you like to come with Marcus and I to see the chickens?” Ella asks, reaching for Toby’s hand.
Toby looks up at his dad pleadingly. “Can I Dad? Please?”
“Sure,” Sam shrugs. I’m still frozen in my seat until Sam sits back down beside me. I feel his arm stretch along the back of my chair and then his breath tickles my ear.
“We’re alone, Kayla,” he whispers heatedly. Like a shot, I’m up, pushing my chair back loudly. I grab his hand and pull him through the dining room, towards the staircase that leads up to the second floor and my room.
I try not to run up the stairs, but then again, Sam’s tight grip on my hand and long stride tell me he’s just as eager as I am. Thankfully, the keycard swipes green on the first try, and then we’re inside.
As soon as the door closes, Sam’s hands are on my face, cupping my cheeks, and he’s kissing me. Our mouths meld together and there’s no awkward moments that usually come with first kisses. No fumbling as you figure out where to position your head. Not this time; our lips find each other instantly as if they were designed for just this.
Sam has taken control of our kiss and turned the spark between us into an inferno. My hands are holding his shoulders tightly as he walks me backward toward the bed. When I stop at the edge of it, he spins us around, then he sits down, pulling me down to straddle his legs. I groan when I feel his rock-hard length pushing through the fabric between us, teasing me. Sam captures my lower lip in his teeth, tugging me back in for another deliriously hot kiss.
Eventually, he pulls back slightly and starts to pepper kisses over my face and down my neck. When he reaches the juncture of my shoulder and neck, he stays there, licking, nipping, and kissing his way over my collarbone to the other side before traveling back up my neck to my face. He returns to my lips briefly.
“You taste even better than I could have dreamed,” he murmurs in between kisses.
I moan when his tongue traces the outline of my jaw. The scruff on his cheeks is probably making my skin red, but I don’t care. It feels incredible, the friction heightening every sensation.
I grind my hips in small circles on his lap and he groans as his hands tighten on my hips.
“How long will it take to look at chickens?” he growls.
“Depends on if they’re awake or not, but probably not long,” is my breathy reply as his hands travel up my sides, under my shirt. Then, as if an alarm went off somewhere, through my open window, we can hear Toby’s voice chattering away to Ella. Of course. How could I forget, my window faces the same direction as the chicken coop. Sam freezes and drops his head to my shoulder.
“Damn it.”
I slowly climb off his lap and straighten my shirt. When Sam flops back on my bed with a disgruntled sound, I giggle before I climb on the bed beside him. He opens his eyes and frowns at me before pulling me down so that my head rests on his chest. I can hear his heart beating quickly underneath his shirt and I place my hand there to feel his heat.
“What have you done to me, Kayla?” he mutters softly as his hand begins to slowly run up and down my back.
“Same thing you’ve done to me, I suspect,” I answer.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
“Same.”
Once we’ve straightened up as best we can, we head back downstairs to find the others. Just before we push the door of the stairwell open, Sam pulls me into his arms and presses a hard kiss to my lips, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth in a way that leaves no doubt as to what he would rather be doing.
“We’re going to continue this, soon, Kayla,” he rumbles in my ear.
Unfortunately life, and Toby, have different plans.
* * *
Five days later and Sam and I still haven’t managed to find any time to be alone. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve hung out with him and Toby every day this week, showing them around the island. I have loved spending time with them, in spite of not even having a single minute alone with Sam, thanks to one adorable child. My lips are going into some serious withdrawal from missing Sam’s kisses.
And it’s not for lack of trying, either. Ella had to leave the island with Marcus for a few days, so she couldn’t watch Toby, and Tawny has been run off her feet with issues at the inn. She’s been so busy I’ve been helping her out in the afternoons and having dinner with her each evening just to make sure she takes a break. Thankfully, Sam says his parents are arriving in a few days and we should be able to get some time to ourselves then.
Finally, an opportunity presents itself that I gladly take. Tawny has to work the dinner shift in the restaurant because her hostess is off sick, so I won’t be eating with her. A quick text to Sam and I’m picking up a pizza from the joint in town and heading over to their apartment. I put on some sexy lingerie and make sure to shave everywhere, because the one thing I do know about kids is that they go to bed early.
