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“And me,” Sam said behind us, and I turned with Harper still in my arms and saw Samantha and Rayna there, both holding a few bags in hand.
Sam didn’t look different, but I saw paint on her nails when she brushed her hand over her face. So, they had gone for the manicure, and when I looked carefully, her hair looked…glossier? I didn’t see any makeup—thank God because I was not ready forthat—but she looked like a happy, content ten-year-old.
I put Harper on her feet and watched as she ran to hug Sam while my eyes were on Rayna. She looked good; her hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and she was dressed in blue jeans and a red knit sweater. She had warm eyeshadow on and pink lip gloss.
I couldn’t wait to taste it.
“Hey, Sam.” I smiled. “How was your day?”
She shrugged, but the smile on her face told me something different: she was happy. I was glad she didn’t look confused or bamboozled about being thrown into girlie stuff—or maybe she had only dipped her toes in—and I was pleased.
“So, it was good then?” I pressed. “You don’t have to tell me every moment of your day, but just your favorite part.”
Sam nibbled on her lip. “Ummm…looking at clothes. Miss Rayna said if I want, the next time we go, I can get my ears pierced.”
My brows shot up, and I looked at Rayna. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” Rayna replied.
“Sam, why don’t you go put your stuff away and start on your homework? I’ll get you two down for dinner,” I replied.
When the two scampered off, I nodded to my office. “A moment?”
Nodding, Rayna followed me to my office, and the moment the door closed behind us, I had her up against the door and brushed my lips over her cheek. “What is the flavor of your lip gloss?”
“Red cherry,” she whispered.
She shivered against me, and the barest brush of her mouth made my cock harden, and she swayed closer, eager to find my lips again. This time, the kiss deepened: slow and soft, my mouth exploring hers, tasting. She slid her hands up over my chest, relishing the feel of my solid muscles as my tongue dipped between her lips, tantalizingly slow.
The glorious desire for her burst into life and flooded my bloodstream, setting my whole body alive. My hard body pressed into hers, and she molded to me, fitting herself right against me, slitting together like two puzzle pieces.
I eased her lips open and stroked my tongue into her mouth, letting our tongues twine, and Rayna let out a breathy moan of pleasure and desire. She arched up against me, running her hands over my chest before slipping her hands under my shirt. Her touch wreaked pure mayhem on my senses.
I spun out from zero to a solar flare in five seconds flat. If it were only so easy to lock her up, remove her clothes, and get a hard, quick, satisfying fuck against the door, I’d have done it, but an alarm bell rang in the back of my mind that my kids were home.
Reluctantly, I pulled away but nuzzled my nose into her temple. “You’re addictive.”
Her laugh was soft but pleased. “My granddaddy would say you’re like putting a bottle of brown liquor in front of an addict.”
“God, I want you in my bed right now,” I replied. “I don’t think I can get enough of you.”
“With the blindfold this time?” Rayna teased, but as lighthearted as it seemed, it felt like torture. I did want her in my bed, with the blindfold on, and while I had teased her with the rope the other day, I was not the kind of guy who delved into that kinky style. I just wanted spice.
“Don’t tempt me,” I said while moving to get behind my desk. “Tell me about how it went with Sam today.”
“Do you have anything to drink in here?” she asked.
I gestured to the dry bar at the end of the room and the mini fridge there, and she took out a bottle of vitamin water. “Sam was hesitant at first, but I told her she didn’t need to do anything she didn’t want to do. We could just look if she wanted, and we roamed the mall a while before asking me if she could get her hair done. We got that done, and while in the middle, she asked about her nails, so we got that done too. Don’t worry; she’s got a small bottle of nail polish remover; she’ll take the color off later.”
As before, she perched on the edge of the chair. “But nails and hair aren’t what makes the girl. She had to embrace that part of herself. It will take some time to embrace all that, but let's be real. I’m not aiming for her to start jumping on the bed, singing into the back of a brush, or plastering her walls with pop icon posters. I just want her to know that being tender and vulnerable isn’t bad.”
My lips twisted a little. “About that meeting with Tyler’s dad and what he said about liking Sam. Was that afriendly, I like you, or was that pre-teen boys, Ilikeyou.”
Rayna’s face turned mischievous. “You might want to start preparing for their wedding.”
I growled. “Stop needling me.”
“Why, big bear man?” her lips quirked. “Is Goldilocks too much for you?”
