“And Kia, cara,” she dropped the towels on the foot of the bed and two toothbrushes in their plastic wrappers and a tube of toothpaste bounced off the top of the pile and onto the bed, “it’s morning and you have something to look up on my computer.”
I stared up at her having experienced all of this still snug in the warmth of heated, brilliant foreplay the like I’d not only never experienced at the hands of a (now I knew) seriously not very talented Cooter but also the like I didn’t even know existed and the mistaken belief that, in short order, I would return to that.
Suddenly that disbursed, what was happening intruded and, what could I say?
It was admittedly a little weird and it was definitely crazy.
But it was also hilarious.
So I burst out laughing.
Luci’s sexy chuckle joined my laughter and, honest to God, it actually sounded like it was accented with Italian which was way cool.
Sam dragged my laughing body across his lap and both his arms clamped around me as he declared, “Just to be clear, I’m not finding anything funny right now.”
This made me sober but I did this unfortunately with my eyes on Luci. Then the sultry, sexy, smack you back beautiful Luci snorted.
That’s right! I saw and heard a famous model snort!
I burst into giggles this time and Luci was right with me.
“Fuck me,” Sam muttered.
I giggled harder.
So did Luci.
Sam allowed this.
For approximately two point five seconds.
Then he clipped, “You came, you interrupted, you annoyed now you wanna get out?”
I swallowed my laughter, slapped a hand on his chest and cried, “Sam!”
Sam didn’t even look at me. He kept scowling at Luci.
“Certamente,” she muttered.
“Well?” Sam instantly countered when she didn’t immediately vanish in a puff of smoke.
I pressed my lips together.
Luci planted her hands on her hips. “Breakfast is in half an hour, Sam, you need to get back to your hotel and sort yourself out. I’ll sort Kia out. Then you can enjoy your day together.”
“We were enjoying it before you walked in,” Sam shot back, I smacked his chest again but this time snapped, “Sam!”
He looked at me. “What?”
“What?” I returned.
“Baby, she walked in on us. She’s got eyes, she didn’t miss it.”
I looked at Luci and griped by using universal female griping language, “Ohmigod!”
Luci smiled at me.
“You still haven’t left,” Sam prompted Luci.
“All right, all right,” she mumbled, flicking her hand, turning and gliding like the catwalk model she used to be to the door. “See you at breakfast.”
“Close the door,” Sam ordered.
She closed the door.
I turned my head to look at him in order to say something to him about being rude but I didn’t finish turning my head and got nowhere near saying anything because I found myself on my back, Sam’s solid, heavy torso pressed to mine and his face an inch away.
“Sam,” I breathed, suddenly not feeling snippy but remembering our kiss, not the first one that was crap, the second one that was everything.
“Today, I show you Lake Como even though I don’t know fuck all about Lake Como; I do know how to drive a boat. Tonight, no parties, no friends, no nothing. You, me, dinner. Later tonight, just you and me. You with me?”
“I’m with you,” I whispered, and I was with him. So with him.
His face got even closer and his voice got that sweeter, deeper rough-like-velvet I liked so much when he said gently, “Baby, when I say just you and me, I need you to get I mean just you and me. Now, do you get me?”
“I get you.” This time it was a whisper that sounded a lot like a wheeze because I got him. I so got that I was going to get him.
His eyes held mine then I watched with a deep fascination that affected me systematically when they heated and he whispered, “You taste even better than you look and you’re unbelievably fuckin’ beautiful. Christ,” his head dipped so close I felt his breath on my lips as his blazing eyes burned into mine, “I can’t fuckin’ wait to taste the rest of you.”
Oh man.
Oh God
Oh man.
I couldn’t either.
While I concentrated on breathing and not doing anything stupid like pushing him off, running to the door, locking it, ripping my expensive dress off and then launching myself across the room at him, he twisted us again so he was seated and I was in his lap.
Then, his hand gliding up my neck into my hair, he turned my head to look at him and he ordered, “Give me your room key and tell me what you need. I’ll pick it up.”
This threw me and it mostly threw me because what I needed included panties and I might have just gone at it hot and heavy with Sam, not to mention slept in his arms, not to mention spent hours yammering on telling him my deepest secrets and my not-so-deepest secrets but I wasn’t ready for him to see my panties.
Still, I needed them and, if I was correct, to save myself from the nightmare that would end in me vowing never to eat again that I knew would be me trying on any of Luciana’s clothes; I needed an entire outfit.
“Kia, baby,” Sam called into my frenzied thoughts and I focused on him.