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Maggie took both of our hands and asked us to swing her back to the car. She giggled the entire way.
I met Sam’s gaze over her head and couldn’t stop the wide smile on my face. I was happy in a way I hadn’t ever been before. I wondered if this was how Elle felt when she met Gray.
On the way home, Maggie was quiet, and when Sam checked on her, he whispered, “She fell asleep.”
“No,” I said as I turned around to check. Her head was slumped to the side of her car seat, her eyes closed as she breathed evenly.
“So sweet.”
Sam reached over the console, holding his hand palm up, letting me make the decision. I rested my hand in his, and he interlaced his fingers with mine. It felt a little like a first relationship, where everything felt new. It was a little different for me because my sister was on TV. Boys expected more.
I never had these sweet, innocent moments, and my heart ached to experience them.
“Did you have fun tonight?” he asked as he pulled onto his street.
“It was good. Maggie’s laugh is everything.”
Sam grinned. “Isn’t it?”
In the driveway, he let go of my hand. I unhooked Maggie’s belt so he could lift her. She shifted and rested her head on his shoulder, still out. I rushed ahead to open the front door for him. I locked the door behind us, turning on the light in the kitchen while I waited for Sam to return.
I figured he’d change her into her pajamas and tuck her in, so I curled up on the couch and waited for him.
The next thing I knew, I was being lifted in the air and carried to my room. When Sam set me down on my bed, he pulled the covers over me.
I lifted my hand to his face, trying to remember what I was supposed to tell him. “We were supposed to talk.”
He brushed a strand of hair out of my face. “We have plenty of time.”
Then he reached down and kissed my forehead. My eyelashes fluttered shut, and I fell back to sleep. In Sam’s house, I felt cared for and protected. It was a nice feeling.
CHAPTER13
SAM
Iwas looking forward to spending the evening together, but Alice was exhausted. I didn’t mind tucking her into bed. She was so sweet and relaxed. We had plenty of time to talk and get to know each other. I wasn’t in a rush.
I couldn’t be, not with a child in the mix. I wanted the chance to date her, with Maggie and without.
Something told me that Alice hadn’t had a lot of that in her life. Growing up the way she did, she might not have had the typical teenage dating life, and it sounded like she’d kept to herself since she moved here.
I wanted to go slow despite the way she seemed to be torturing me with the outfits she wore around the house. They were just leggings and a tank because she said she got hot, but I wondered if she was trying to drive me out of my mind.
I certainly wasn’t feelingfriendly toward her, not since that kiss. I’d had trouble sleeping that night, and when I heard the noise in the kitchen, I thought maybe there was an intruder. When I saw her standing there in the barely there lace, not hiding anything, I lost my head a little.
When the glass shattered, all I could think about was all her bare skin that could be cut if she moved an inch. I didn’t hesitate to remove her from the shards of glass. She felt good beneath my hands. Curvy and firm. Her nipples were hard peaks under her tank top, which I tried and failed not to notice.
When everything was cleaned up, I could focus on her. Perched on the counter, she was a feast I wanted to devour, a dessert I wanted to savor.
But first, I wanted to make sure she wasn’t hurt. Touching her skin set off a tsunami of sensations through my body; need and want warred inside me as I tried to do the right thing. As soon as I was satisfied she wasn’t hurt, I tried to take a step back.
But then I saw the flush in her cheeks, the slight hitch in her breath. She was just as affected as I was. She couldn’t hide her desire, not with what she was wearing. Her nipples strained against her top, and I wanted to suck one into my mouth and bite it, just to see her reaction. But I’d settled for stepping into her personal space, touching her jaw, and angling her toward me.
Once our lips touched, I was a goner. I wasn’t worried about anything except delving deeper and getting closer. Her soft body against my hard. I swallowed her moans, wanting to have her all to myself. I wanted to carry her to bed, but it was too soon.
She’d just told me she wanted to be friends, but it was like everything fell away, and I couldn’t resist getting a taste of her. Clearly, she was trying to deny her feelings for me, but why? Was it just a defense mechanism, or was there a deeper reason?
Maybe she was just cautious. It was hard for her to trust people, so I slowed things down and let her retreat to her bedroom.
