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Sam didn’t even look down at the darkened, dry patch on the fabric of his trousers. “I don’t think I’ve ever had that many people staring at my dick than tonight.”
“I humiliated you. I really am sorry.”
He smiled at me without the slightest hint of embarrassment. “Don’t worry about it. Dry cleaning should make your mess disappear like it never happened.”
Returning back his smile, I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Good night, Sam.” I leaned forward, reached for my keys in his hand and pecked his lips in goodbye before turning for the door. Till I froze.
Oh, dear.
I-pecked-his-lips.
I. Kissed. Him.
I kissed Sam.
And did I just steal his permanent poise? He was as stunned as I’d ever seen him before. Actually, I might have never seen Sam Webb stunned at all. Until now.
I settled back in my seat. Daren’t blink. I didn’t want to waver my attention from Sam. I needed to see his full reaction.
Sam remained still. Didn’t even flinch. His face turned blank, and became impossible to read.
I wasn’t sure if time slowed down because of how tipsy I was or because of that surreal moment.
I opened my mouth to utter a word, to apologize for my inebriated, foolish action. But my lips were frozen still. Literally cold, I realized as my fingertips touched the spot on my lips where they touched his.
Sam’s gentle hand grasped my wrist, and lowered my fingers away from my lips. His blue irises settled on my lips as his own lips parted just a tiny fraction and I was sure that the faint gasp I heard had escaped from his mouth.
“You kissed me.” His voice was a bare whisper.
The initial surprise that was in his eyes was completely gone. Traded with something entirely different. They were full of… want… and desire.
When his bewitching eyes levelled with mine, I was held spellbound instantly. Enough not to perceive that Sam had unbuckled his seatbelt and was leaning toward me. And when his warm lips crashed onto mine, it was no peck on the lips.
His impatient tongue teased my lips as he kissed me. Then slid between my welcoming lips and found mine, danced with mine.
Sam was kissing me – a hot and hungry kiss - and I was kissing him back.
There was no way I could stop him.
I had no will to stop him.
Ididn’twant to stop him.
My own soft moan confirmed my surrender to him.
He tasted of wine. The same wine that was on my tongue, yet it tasted sweeter on him. The rough stubble on his chin grazed my skin with every slant of his face. His every breath tickled my skin, sending a chill through my body.
His dominant body leaned into me, pushing my obedient body backwards. His cold hand went around my neck, over the goose-bumps there and then moved into my hair, twisting and tugging lightly on it.
My own hand clasped onto his thick bicep. My arm snaked beneath his jacket to round his lean waist. My fingers found the hem of his shirt that had become untucked from his stretching efforts to reach me from his seat. And I gave in to my impulsive urge to let my fingertips brush over his exposed skin along his waistband. That light caress of my cold finger on his warm skin made him hiss and his teeth sank into my bottom lip before he pulled back, breaking off any contact between our bodies.
A gasp.
Mine?
His?
I had no idea.
