“Hey, beautiful,” I purred as Levee rounded the corner, her eyes flashing between Devon and me.
“Everything okay?” she asked with freshly painted-red lips.
“It is now.” After looping an arm around her waist, I pulled her against me and kissed her cheek, catching a whiff of fresh mango on her breath when she sighed. “I’m going to smoke. I’ll meet you in the car.” Tossing her a wink, I slid my hand down to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before sauntering out the back door.
I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I couldn’t even explain it to myself. But I knew that, if I didn’t strip Sam Rivers naked in the next thirty minutes, I was going to implode. I hadn’t been with anyone in well over a year, and while I could easily blame my insatiable desire on being hard up, that would have been a complete and utter lie.
I’d spent the last few hours staring at various parts of his body until I had been physically unable to take it anymore. Whether it was his inked forearms, which flexed each time he lifted that beer, the way those plump lips wrapped around the mouth of the bottle, or even the way he purposely raked his teeth over his bottom lip each time he placed it back on the table, I had no idea. But watching that man drink a fucking beer, much less two of them, had been damn near excruciating. He’d talked and made jokes while I’d dreamed about his callused hands gliding over my skin. That had been the easy part though. He was rugged and gorgeous. I couldn’t help but to be physically attracted to him.
The hard part was when I envisioned Sam actually wanting to stay with me once the novelty was gone. My life was chaotic, and not just because I lived it in the public eye. I brought on most of the craziness myself, exhausting myself on stage, existing on nourishment from vending machines, and fighting back tears at the bedsides of dying children.
But that night with Sam, my life didn’t seem so overwhelming.
Maybe it was the sangria, but I thought it had more to do with him.
I wasn’t usually the type of girl to take a man home, but Sam did things to me, most of which started with his mouth, and as I watched his lean body strolling back to my car, I hoped they all ended that way, too.
I didn’t want to get laid just to share an orgasm with another warm body.
I wanted Sam.
All of him.
But I really just wanted to keep him.
“Fuck,” he bit out as I slung my leg over his hips the moment his ass touched the leather seat.
I silenced him with my mouth, gliding a hand up his nape and into his hair. His dick became beautifully thick between us.
“Levee, wait,” he moaned into my mouth, but he palmed my ass, rocking me forward. “Wait. Wait. Wait. Not here.”
“Yeah. Please not here,” Devon deadpanned from the front as he pulled out of the parking lot.
I laughed and rested my head on Sam’s shoulder. I wasn’t embarrassed. It was Devon. I’d done full wardrobe changes in the back of that SUV. He’d caught more than an eyeful of me, but never like that. When it came to transportation, though, I didn’t have any options. Huffing, I cursed my lack of a driver’s license and my inability to leave the house alone.
“Look at me.” Sam tipped my chin up to study my eyes. “How far away is your place?”
“Twenty minutes.”
“Shit,” he huffed. “And, just so we’re clear, we can’t go back to my place? It’s, like, two miles away.”
I opened my mouth, but Devon got there first.
“Not a chance in hell.”
Smiling, I lowered my voice to a whisper, “He has a really scary vein on his forehead that’s probably twitching right about now.”
Sam rolled his eyes then sighed. “Put your head in my lap.”
My eyes flashed wide in surprise. And, okay fine…excitement.
“Jesus Christ. Don’t look at me like that. I just mean lie down and take a nap, something—anything—that doesn’t involve you straddling me. Mind if I smoke in here?”
“Yes. I do,” Devon snapped.