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“What is?”
“This feeling. It’s like…” I trail off, not knowing how to explain the constant need for Samantha. The constant craving to have her with me. “In a matter of weeks, she has me thinking of her in every waking moment. I open my eyes and she’s there; when I close them, she appears in my dreams.” The older woman chuckles. “What’s so funny?”
“That, my boy,” she whispers, walking over to me and reaching up to touch my cheek, “is what it feels like to fall in love.”
“Love?” I scoff dramatically, all the while knowing she’s right.
“Yes.” She smiles softly. “You may be a successful man in your thirties, Connor, but this is the first time for you. I see it in your eyes. This girl is special, so don’t mess it up. Go all in. You deserve to be loved.” Wrinkled fingers pinch my cheek, then she rises on tiptoe and presses her lips to my skin “Have a wonderful night,” she says before leaving.
Thirty minutes later, I’m in my bedroom adjusting my hair again in the mirror when the alarm sounds that my front door has opened. I stalk through to my open-plan living space to find Russell escorting Samantha into my home.
“Look what I found on the street,” he says sarcastically. I narrow my eyes at him, and he cocks his head to one side before beaming. “I think this is your lost property.”
“I’m no one’s property,” Samantha snaps. My focus drops to my brother’s hand on the small of her back. My body tenses, annoyed by the contact. Fucking asshole always has to overstep the mark.
“Stop touching my girlfriend,” I tell him. He raises both hands in mock surrender and takes a deliberate step to the side as his grin widens further. My brother knows how to push my buttons, and trying to take what’s mine is one of the ways he enjoys doing it.
“Girlfriend?” he questions, turning to Samantha who flushes as he stares. She bites her lip, and an uneasy feeling skims my skin. She’s affected by him; I can see it blatant and natural. “I thought your relationship was only sex. Girlfriend is a level up from fuck buddy.”
“We haven’t had sex,” Samantha says, hostile, and I wince. Fuck, he’ll never let me live this down. I’ve been implying that she’s explosive between the sheets. His face lights up but abruptly darkens as she strolls to my side, throws the handbag she’s carrying on the floor, then wraps her arms around my neck.
She looks incredible wearing a figure-hugging winter coat, the zipper lowered and exposing the swell of her breasts. Long, slender legs protrude from the hem before dainty feet are encased in strappy black heels. Her toenails are painted scarlet, a hint of the fun that is no doubt underneath her clothes. Azure eyes lock on to mine, and she says sexily, “But I have a feeling that situation will be changing tonight.”
Lost in her gaze, I only hear the sound of rushed footsteps and my front door slamming closed as my brother leaves. Choke on that, sucker.
***
Samantha
Connor wraps his arms around my waist, big hands splaying over my ass and pulling me to him. His cock hardens against my stomach, and I smile against his lips. The door vibrates loudly after being thumped closed.
“Are you going to let me touch you tonight?” he asks, his voice soft but filled with hope. The smell of mint hits my nostrils from freshly brushed teeth.
“You’re already touching me.” Our lips connect briefly before he pulls back.
“You’re such a fucking tease. I want to feel what’s underneath this.” His strong fingers squeeze my ass through my jacket. I wriggle from his grip, then step back from him. His pupils dilate slightly as I lift one hand to my zipper, pinch it between my fingers, and lower it slowly.
There’s the sound of metal on metal as it glides down my body. My jacket opens, exposing the barely-there bra and thong underneath. “Fuck,” he hisses, his eyes flicking upward as his hand runs through his hair. A naughty smile plays on his lips when he returns to focus on me. “What sort of dress code is this?”
I open the jacket fully and slip it off my shoulders, letting it fall into a puddle on the floor. Then, I lift my hands into the air and spin in front of him so he gets the full effect of my sheer underwear. I spent ages ensuring that no pesky hair would be found when he was down there. When my eyes return to his on the completion of my rotation, we stare at each other for a beat.
“The dress code of a woman who wants to make a man feel oh so fucking good,” I whisper.
“A man? Or your man?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“The man standing right here, right now. You deserve a reward after your exemplary behavior these past few weeks.”
“If this is the prize for behaving myself,” he mutters, stepping forward and taking hold of my hips. “I’ll join the fucking Boy Scouts.” I laugh, the sheer joy of being in his presence consuming me. Connor Chase makes me so happy; he’s the ultimate morally gray Prince Charming, deadly but swoon-worthy.
“But…” I lift a single finger to his lips while biting my own, trying to hide the threatening smile. “Before I reward you, I need to eat. You want me in tip-top shape for our first time.” His hands take both of mine and drop to waist level. Our eyes are locked. I can’t bear to look away from his beautiful brown ones.
“I’ll give you whatever you want,” he says fiercely,“if it means I’m going to be able to do all the things I’ve been dreaming about tonight.”
“I didn’t say you would be doing anything,” I tell him. “You’ll take what you’re given.” He opens his mouth to protest, and I glance over his shoulder at the liquid bubbling over a pot on the stove. “I think you need to get back in the kitchen.” He follows my line of sight, then lets go of my hands before almost sprinting to remove the pot from the heat.
“Fuck, Mrs. D will kill me if it's ruined.”
I move round to stand behind him, then slide my hands around his waist as he stirs the soup in the pot. The feel of denim beneath my fingers heightens my libido, and my stomach flips, I press my body against his back and slide one leg between his so my thigh touches his ass.