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“I had fun tonight,” Sam says. “Thanks.”

“I did, too.” It’s true. I enjoyed spending time with him.

He turns onto his side to face me. “Did you really? Or are you just saying that?”

“No, I mean it. It was nice.”

Sam reaches out his index finger and starts drawing a figure eight on my bare chest.

“Sam?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you remember what I said about playing with fire? You’re going to givemeblue balls if you keep doing that.”

Chapter 18 – Sam

I’m in such deep trouble here. I had a wonderful evening with Cooper tonight. We had fun, and it wasn’t once awkward. It felt like a real date. And I know I made him promise we wouldn’t have sex, but now I’m regretting that.

I want him.

The more I get to know him, the more attracted I am to him. Ignoring the debacle that was our first night together, he’s everything that turns me on in a guy.

He’s not the only one who’s going to have blue balls tonight if we don’t have sex.

“Sam.” His voice has dropped a full octave.

“Yes?” I smile as I continue drawing figure eights on his chest. My finger skims through his dark chest hair, over his firm pecs, bypassing his nipples, which are tight little nubs. God, I want to put my mouth on him so badly.

“I can only take so much, you know,” he says. “I’m trying to be good here and abide by the rule.”

“Which rule is that?” My finger circles one of his nipples, getting closer and closer to the tight little center.

“The only one we have—no sex tonight.”

I glance at the clock on my nightstand. “It’s two o’clock in the morning. Technically, it’s tomorrow, so the rule no longer applies.”

Cooper freezes, as if he’s afraid it’s a trick question. “Sam, I promised, and I keep my promises.”

“Okay. I can respect that.” I rise up on my elbow so I’m leaning over his chest. “Will you respect me if I kiss you?”

He blurts out a sound that is half-laughter and half-pained groan. “Yes. You have my permission to do anything you want with me.”

“Like this?” And then I lean down and flick his peaked nipple with the tip of my tongue.

He cries out sharply and arches his back. “Yes, like that,” he says in a strangled voice. “Especially like that.”

When I kiss his nipple and then suck on it, he fists the sheet beneath him and mutters something that sounds a lot likeyou’re trying to kill me, aren’t you.

“Can we have another date tomorrow evening?” I ask.

“Yes.” No hesitation. No equivocation. Just ayes.

I feel practically giddy. “Cooper?”

“Yeah?”

“I changed my mind about the rule tonight.”