This time she was sure it was he who groaned, as his hands slid down her arms, wrapping around her waist. He pressed one of his palms against the small of her back, pushing her against him. The vision of him naked crept into her mind, as she felt his arousal, reminding her of the monster that was pressed into her thigh. Then it was she who moaned. His teeth grazed her lip tantalizingly, before his tongue found its way back to hers. Their lips fused together as their tongues engaged in their own battle. Neither of them could be satisfied, and breathing was overrated.
He started to pull away. In between gasps, he pressed his lips to hers, not able to completely withdraw from her. His hands made their way to her shoulders and he held onto her as he took a step back, finding the willpower to back away from her. Both of them breathing unevenly.
Involuntarily she lifted her trembling fingers to her swollen lips as she stared at him. She couldn’t formulate a single word. The son of a bitch had kissed her senseless. He slowly dropped his hands from her shoulders and inhaled sharply. She opened her mouth, but still, no words came out.
“Please try to stop hating me so much.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “You might find it more rewarding if you let me in.” He all but purred as he pointed towards her heart. The gesture sent every nerve ending in her body into high alert. She went to tell him off, to tell him that she’d never let him in her heart again, but he didn’t give her the chance. He turned around and walked away, just like he always would. She was better off never letting him in her heart, he had just proved it. His car started as his tires skidded along the pavement, and she felt as if he had just skidded over her heart again.
Sam took a deep breath before walking over to the bathroom door and knocked. “You can come out now.”
Phillip swung the door open, and was fanning himself with her hair brush. “Holy shit, girlfriend. I vote you totally do him, to hell with that two timing bitch friend of yours. Do it for all the woman scorned!” He pumped his fist in the air to emphasize his point and cheer her on.
Sam rolled her eyes, wondering when her life became a soap opera, and how she’d be able to get the daily serial canceled.
Chapter Six
When Luke called Nick, to invite him to a last minute barbeque, he and Leah had decided to host at Luke’s house, he was going to say no. In fact, he did say no, figuring he needed some distance from everyone. Well, not everyone, just Sam. He should’ve never kissed her, for the last week he had done nothing but beat himself up over that. He originally went to her apartment to talk to her, and to figure out for once and for all why she was being so hostile toward him. The truth was he had been getting sick and tired of the cold shoulder routine she was giving him. It was one thing to be angry with someone, but to never tell that person why you’re angry with them, well, that’s a different ball game. He needed to get through the weekend with her, and then cut his losses. Maybe too much time had passed, it was probably better for both of them to just move on.
He walked into the gated backyard of Luke’s home. The scent of grilled meat filled his senses, and made his stomach growl. Luke was standing in front of the grill, sipping a beer while he moved things around on the grill to fit more food on top of it. Jake stood beside him holding a tray of raw ribs that were next to go on the barbeque. Jake’s eyes found his and he grinned.
“Well, it’s about time. I thought you were standing us up.” Jake said as he batted his eyelashes at Nick.
Nick shook his head and leaned down, reaching into the cooler to grab himself, a beer. He pulled the bottle opener that doubled as a keychain out of his back pocket and popped the top of the beer off. Luke glanced over his shoulder as he took the platter of ribs from Jake.
“He tried to stand us up.” Luke said as he eyed Nick, letting him know that wasn’t going to fly.
Jake’s hand moved over his chest and gasped. “Are you trying to break my heart?” Jake asked accusingly as he wiggled his eyebrows.
Nick couldn’t help the smile, and patted Jake on the back. “Never that,” He took a quick glance around the backyard. “Where are your women?”
Jake nodded towards the sliders on the back of the house. “They’re inside, Cara’s making macaroni salad and Leah is cooking up some sort of dessert.” Jake studied Nick for a moment. “Hey, there’s something I wanted to show you on my bike, got a minute?”
“Sure, lead the way.” Nick said, taking a step back waiting for Jake to lead him to where his bike was. They walked back through the gated yard to the driveway where Jake’s motorcycle was parked.
“There’s nothing wrong with my bike.” Jake said in a matter of fact tone. He crossed his arms on his chest and peered at Nick.
Nick wasn’t in the mood for any more of Jake’s match making shenanigans. He took another sip of his beer as he observed Jake. He slowly brought the bottle down from his lips and nodded. “Okay, so what’s this about?”
Jake looked towards the house and then back at Nick. “There’s something I need to ask you. It’s been driving me crazy actually.”