I switch tactics, "You could check out the kitchen. The guy I’m renting it from is a chef. He didn't want to let it go, but he was opening a new restaurant in Vegas and doesn’t think he’ll be back much, for a few years." I shrug like it's still her choice.
She lets her head lull back, her beautiful blue eyes stare into mine, "Thank you for taking such good care of me. I really do love you." Her lips press on mine sweetly.
When she pulls away to open the door, my hands wrap around her shoulders, "Maybe I was a little hasty. It is pretty comfortable in here." I pull her back and give her mouth the attention that I desperately want to give her entire body. It's our first passionate kiss in days. I was too afraid of hurting her at the hospital, and I haven’t wanted to push her, before she was ready.
I take advantage of the stolen moment and show her what I feel for her with my kiss.
When she reluctantly pulls back, her eyes are dark and needy.
"Don't look at me like that sweets. We have two more weeks before we get paroled," I groan and adjust myself.
Her eyes latch on to where my hand is. Her right hand inches up my thigh.
"I could taste you, if I sit down here," she points to the floor. "I wouldn't even have to move much. I bet if I just leaned forward a tiny bit, I could catch you with my mouth." I love when she talks like this, confident and sexy. If it was any other time, I'd be feeding her my cock, but I can't, not yet.
"As much as I want your mouth on me baby, I can't. When you’re better, I plan on keeping you in bed for days, but I need to I know that you are healed before I can touch you how I want."
Her face falls, and she nods.
I can tell she still feels rejected.
I grab her hand and make her feel how much I want her.
"Don't ever think I don't want you. I always want you, and I'll have you, just as soon as I know it's safe for you, understand?" It comes out more like an order than a question, but she gives me a small smile, so I know she’s not mad.
The driver hits the intercom, "Mr. Huntington one of the other passengers is returning. I've locked the doors. Should I inform them when you will be out?" Sam blushes, realizing someone witnessed our exchange.
"It's okay. You can unlock them, we're coming out now." I hear a small click.
I open the door before one of my parents can.
"Oh honey, there you are. I was just making sure our girl was up and you weren't harassing her." My mom eyeballs me like she knows exactly what we were up to.
"No Lynn, it was me. I didn't want to wake up." Sammy saves me. I give my mom a look to prove I'm a good boy.
She makes an exaggerated tsk, "Well are you coming or what?" She turns back around and heads back inside, before I can answer.
I can hear Sammy’s low laugh from behind me where she's still in the car.
"Yeah yeah, come here you troublemaker," she eases out the door slowly, and I help her stand.
We turn and get our first look at the new place together.
“Pretty great,” I say.
She sniffs dramatically, “It’ll do.”
As punishment, I gently lift her off her feet and walk her up the steps to the open door. She screeches. I pause thinking I hurt her, but a fit of giggles follows.
