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Her words are clipped. “You're right, we have to talk. I’m staying in the hotel so we can settle on a time later.”
“No Sam, now. No more waiting.” I'm not giving her time to work herself up or run away. “Come with me.”
I put out my hand, and for a brief moment, I think she’s not going to take it. But she does, and I feel like I’m on cloud nine.
It takes us a while to get to the exit as I lead us through the maze of people who stop and congratulate me. As soon as we exit the event hall, I head for the elevator.
Samantha doesn't say a word and I don't either. I don't want to say the wrong thing and scare her off—she already looks like she may bolt at the fall of a needle.
I hear the door to the event hall open behind us, and the noise from the party spill out. I look back and notice Valerie watching us from the entrance. She takes out her phone and I curse. I don’t need an audience. Especially not the clingy daughter of one of my investors.
I wait impatiently for the elevator to open so we can get out of here. When I hear the ding of its arrival and the doors open, I pull Sam in and smash the close button, hoping no one else joins us. I breathe out as the door finally closes, leaving us alone.
Samantha snorts, and I glance beside me to see her chuckling. I break into a grin myself and she breaks into a full out laughter fit.
“Asher, I said I'll talk with you. You don’t have to rush like you expect me to turn into a pumpkin at midnight.”
“Yeah, I guess I'm a little scared I’ll blink and you'll be gone,” I tell her truthfully.
It feels like the elevator takes forever to get to my floor. When it does and the doors open, I practically run out with Samantha, her hand still in mine. It's a short walk to my hotel room where I use my key card to let us in.
As soon as I close the door, I turn to Samantha, ready to confess all, yet I can’t seem to get out a single word.
Fuck she’s beautiful.
Before I can register my actions, I’m moving into her. “I can’t help it Sam, I need to taste you.”
A quick look of shock covers her features as I close in. A startled, breathy moan escapes her as I begin to devour her mouth, tasting and exploring like a desperate man who’s searching for an oasis after months in the desert.
She pulls back and we both suck in air, our breathing hard from the feverish kiss. I want more and go in to claim her mouth again, but she stops me. Dammit, this frustrates me.
It's clear from her response to my kissing her, just now and in the Treehouse, that she wants me. But every time we get close, she runs away.
I won’t let her get away this time. Tonight, we’re going to talk things out. “Talk to me Sam, please?”
She steps back out of my embrace and puts her arms around herself defensively. “Asher, we can’t keep ignoring what happened between us back then.”
This old argument again. “Samantha, I'll say it again. I didn’t cheat on you.” I hope the sincerity in my voice reaches her. “I don’t know how to explain whatever picture you saw, but I didn't. I thought that we were more than just school crushes; that mere rumors couldn’t tear us apart.”
“Asher, I saw the picture. I know I was drinking and a bit emotional, but it was your jersey and Valerie Hendrix standing in front of you,” she whispers, her eyes reflecting old wounds. “Worse, it was a complicated time with my dad.”
I push further, unable to contain my frustration any longer. “Sam,” I sigh, “I wish you had talked to me more back then about what was going on at home. I knew things weren’t great, but I had no idea how bad they were before it was too late. But Dragonfly, I never cheated on you.Never.I wasn’t even around Valerie that night. I was with Jaxson at the party the entire time.”
She meets my gaze, searching for the truth in my words.
I shake my head vehemently and cup her cheeks in my hands. “Please, baby, believe me.”
She nods slowly. “I believe you, Asher,” she says as if she can’t believe her own words, and raises herself to her toes to reach me. She kisses me softly at first, then harder, hungrier.
I draw her up into my arms, holding her like I never want to let her go. Nothing else matters, not even the launch party I left downstairs. All those years without her will be made up for tonight. And all those women I tried to substitute for her over the years, forgotten.
Our kiss becomes frantic, and my hands go to her ass. I palm and squeeze her perfect cheeks. I back her against the wall of my foyer.
I break the kiss, breathing heavily as her hands reach up to my shoulders and she half jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist. Anchored against the wall, I pull down the top of her dress, exposing her pert breasts and diving right in.
I pull her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bud. She arches for me so beautifully and moans as she runs her hands through my hair.
“Asher, please,” she gasps as her hands move between us.
