Page 36 of Worth the Wait


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God, let it be something filthy dirty. Something she’d never done would be even better.

She trailed her fingertips down her body, inside her panties. The urge to come roared to life as she slid a finger on either side of her clit and squeezed it between them.

Tapping the camera button, she held the phone up and snapped a photo. No face, just her boobs in a white satin demi-bra and her hand in the front of very tiny white panties. This was something she’d never done before—hitting send.

Holy fuck, that’s hot.

Yes, his appreciation of her pic boosted her higher than her underwire push-up bra. But still. Those damn dots had kept going and going. Four words was all they’d amounted to?

Get your sexy self over here.

So you can finish what I just started?

Hell yes. But not until after we eat dinner. I want to sit across from you and look at your beautiful face, listen to your stories, hear you laugh at my jokes. That’s what I was going to say when you sidetracked me with your sexy selfie. Hurry up and get here.

Sorry, libido, but her heart had jumped into the lead again.

He wanted to cook for her. Look at her. Learn about her and laugh with her. Couple stuff.

She needed to get over the age thing. Really get over it. Accept Sam’s words at their face value instead of second-guessing and overthinking everything.

Being with Sam was amazing. She’d be a fool to let anything—especially herself—get in the way of thoroughly enjoying the amazingness.

If you’re in a hurry to see me, stop distracting me with *your* hot pics. Okay, I’m kidding. Definitely don’t stop. Send as many as you want. (That’s code for ‘send more,’ btw.)

Lol. See you soon, babe.

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LEIGH

Sam’s condo was in a boxy, gray building near the expressway. One half of the building overlooked six lanes of high-speed traffic. The other half overlooked the parking lot. Neither option was particularly spectacular.

A wolf whistle greeted her as she exited her car.

She tracked the sound to a third-floor balcony. Arms resting on the railing, Sam grinned down at her.

The building might have crappy views, butherview from the guest parking area was spectacular indeed.

She waved at him while walking toward the front door. If she’d been the one on the balcony, she would’ve rushed back into the apartment by now to finish getting things ready and make sure everything was on track for whatever she’d planned.

Not Sam. He held his leisurely position, his gaze never straying as he watched her cross the parking lot. Seriously, the man had sexy-cool perfected.

Her phone chimed in her bag the moment she stepped into the vestibule.

Buzzing you in now. I’m unit 308. Elevator is straight ahead. Tell me when you’re inside it and the door is closed.

The latch clicked as the buzzer sounded. The foyer was silent, except for the sound of her heels clacking on the tile floor. Inside the elevator, she pressed the third-floor button, then replied to his text.

On my way up.

Anybody in the elevator with you?

No.

Unbutton your shirt. I’ll be waiting for you.

Heart pounding a wild beat in her chest, she did as he’d instructed, pushing the final button through its hole as the elevator reached its destination.

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