Can't Help Falling in Love - Samantha Chase Page 0,40
once they were in his car and heading back to his place, “when they first walked over to the table and introduced themselves, I was a little peeved.”
That was surprising.
“Really? Why?”
Reaching over, she took one of his hands in hers and let out a soft sigh. “We already don’t get a lot of time to ourselves, and I selfishly wanted to have you all to myself tonight.”
“Can I let you in on a secret?” he asked.
“Of course.”
“I was kind of pissed at them, too. And for the same reason.”
“Great minds,” she said, her voice all soft and sultry. “I bet we’re both thinking the same thing now too.”
“Oh, yeah? What are you thinking?”
“Hmm…I’m thinking how I can’t wait to get back to your place and take off these sandals.”
“Not…quite what I was thinking…”
“And then I’m going to help you off with your shirt.”
“Keep going…”
“Then I’m hoping you’ll help me with mine.”
“That is something I would totally do…”
“I imagine we’ll be doing that as we cross the living room, and we’ll keep stripping–could potentially be almost naked by the time we got to your bed.” She looked over at him and winked. “How did I do? Are we on the same page?”
Hunter’s answer was a husky laugh and to hit the gas pedal a little harder.
By the time they were parked in the driveway, he could barely wait to touch her.
“Hunter…”
“Out of the car, Violet,” he commanded, his voice foreign to his own ears. He heard her soft hiss of breath before she did as he said. He knew if he touched her before they got in the house, his neighbors would quite possibly get a bit of a show.
His hand shook as he tried to get the key in the lock, but once the door opened and Violet walked inside with him hot on her heels, he slammed the door so hard the walls shook. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her with his need and the intensity of it, but when she turned and looked at him, he saw he had nothing to worry about.
Her sandals came off, and she gently kicked them toward the wall. Then her smile turned a little wicked as she slowly walked over to him. Toe to toe, her warm hands skimmed under his shirt and slid it up and over his head, tossing it on top of the sandals.
“You have the sexiest chest I have ever seen,” she whispered before placing kisses along his pecs. “So damn sexy.” Her tongue traced a lazy circle around his nipple and that was all he could take.
Scooping Violet up in his arms, he stalked to the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him.
“I thought we were going to…”
But he never let her finish. His lips captured hers in a kiss that was a little raw, a little dirty, and so full of need it shocked him. Down on the bed, his body covered hers, and it seemed like hours passed before he finally raised his head.
“It scares me how much I want you, Violet,” he admitted gruffly. “All night it made me crazy thinking about how much I wanted to get us home so I could have you here like this.”
Her nails raked through his hair as her tongue slowly traced her lips. “I feel the same way, Hunter. I would have been fine staying in and ordering pizza if it meant being here like this with you.” She paused, her eyes scanning his face. “Are we crazy?”
“No. We’re just two people who know exactly what we want.” Then he stopped himself. “And as much as I love having you in my bed and making love with you, it’s…I mean, it’s not just…” And dammit, he couldn’t seem to get the words out.
Fortunately, she didn’t have the same issue.
“It’s just being together,” she said softly. “I love talking with you, laughing with you, and just being with you when we’re not doing anything except sitting together and watching TV. I’m comfortable with you, Hunter, and…I think you’re comfortable with me.”
More than you know…
They stayed like that–with Hunter braced above her, staring down into those beautiful dark eyes–and Violet’s soft hands gently caressing him everyplace she could reach. Where moments ago he felt frantic and out of control, now he found himself wanting to give her everything he had–to show her with actions how he felt about her.