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Luna’s knocking hand held midair, her jaw jarring apart. His bare chest, speckled with water droplets, was absolutely lickable. It was one thing to feel the man’s solidness while kissing him. It was another thing to actually witness it with her eyes. When one was as thirsty as her, she’d take every last drop of him.
“Is there an emergency or not?” Sam asked, growing impatient.
“I…”
What was she supposed to talk to him about? She couldn’t remember anything.
With his one free hand, (not the one holding the towel in place), Sam grabbed her arm, pulling her inside his apartment before slamming the door shut.
Chapter Twenty-Five
All Sam hadbeen doing was taking a shower after getting sweaty from working at his mom’s house, helping herorganize. This mainly consisted of moving one pile of stuff to another section of the house. His calming shower shifted into panic when the sound of pounding echoed through his apartment. After he shut off the water, the noise persisted along with yelling. Grabbing his bathroom towel, Sam wrapped it around his waist before rushing to discover which apartment had a burst pipe.
Of course, it wasn’t an emergency. It was only Luna, who was the number-one leading cause of his heart palpitations these days. On the patio Nicholas was throwing a quizzical glance in their direction. Sam didn’t think, just pulled her inside his apartment to hash out whatever was bothering her. Anything to prevent having to stand in the open doorway with a single towel to protect him from indecent exposure.
“What do you need, Luna?” he asked while tucking the edge of the towel in place at his waist, freeing his hands.
She didn’t answer; her gaze instead swept his apartment. Sam shifted uncomfortably as his place was nowhere near her standards. Most of his furniture was brought in by his dad, and he suspected most of it had been abandoned by old tenants. His bed was the single thing he’d purchased because he was tired of waking with a sore back. His body had dealt with enough problems, and he didn’t need any more.
Sam was worn out, and not in the mood for any decorating judgments. “Luna.”
“What?”
“What do you want? If there’s no emergency, I’d like to put some clothes on.”
This snapped Luna from her daze, although her eyes shifted to his body with a laser-focused intensity. “I’m mad at you.”
“No, you’re not.”
She huffed a breath, crossing her arms. “You don’t get to tell me when I’m mad.”
“I’ve seen you angry. This isn’t it.”
“You sneakily left that flyer on my car instead of talking to me.”
His hands rested on his hips. “I wasn’t being sneaky. I just happened to drive by the jewelry store on the way to my mom’s house and forgot to text you. So? Did you call Leslie?”
“I just signed the lease.”
Sam shrugged. “Good. I can help you find moving boxes if you need them.”
“I’ll have to break my lease.” Her eyes sparked as if daring him to get upset.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”
Luna threw her hands up in clear frustration. “I don’t get you at all, Sam.”
“And I don’t get you. Isn’t this what you wanted?”
She looked him dead in the eye, her jaw shifting into place. “Are you just trying to get rid of me?”
Sam could detect a hint of vulnerability in the question, and it stopped him. His arms dropped with a sigh. “No. I didn’t do it for me. I did it for you.”
The stubborn set of her jaw melted. Luna pushed nearer, close enough her light breathing could be detected across his skin. Her eyes dropped away, dark lashes fanning across her cheeks. “I haven’t done a whole lot lately to deserve this,” she replied in a low voice.
“Luna. You have. Take it.” Despite their chaotic ride of a relationship, he’d come to really like Luna. It put a warm glow in his chest at being able to offer her a dream place now instead of her hanging around Schnell Ridge for twenty years.
She didn’t move. The atmosphere around them grew heavy and intoxicating. He didn’t know this was possible without actual alcohol involved.
