Page 46 of Our Lips Are Sealed
“We should go buy you some clothes.”
Samuel’s lips twitched, his large hands seizing her at the waist. “We will,” he replied, bringing their bodies flush together. “Later.”
The walk back to the hotel had been silent, with the chaos of the Quarter holding his attention. She’d been thankful for it, hoping it distracted him enough to forget her stupid question.
“But first, I need to give you an answer.”
Or not.
“Ignore what I said,” she all but begged. “I was caught up in the moment.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that, but before I answer, I have a question for you. What did you think I meant when I said to pack your things?”
Her heart knew what she wanted it to mean, but Jamison’s comments had struck a nerve, and Evie’s nagging brain wouldn’t let it go. “That I was staying at your house for a few days?”
“Do you really think I’ll be through with you in a couple of days?” he asked, humored by the thought. “And that by next week, I’ll be moving on?”
Unable to hold his gaze, Evie lowered her eyes. “No, not exactly,” she mumbled. “I figured I would get at least three months out of you.”
Samuel placed his fingers under her chin, lifting her head up. “Days, months, even years will never be enough,” he murmured, resting his forehead on hers. “It’ll take lifetimes to purge you from my soul because I don’t just love you.”
“You don’t?”
Swooping in to steal the doubt with a brush of his tongue, Samuel kissed her, drawing Evie out of her negative headspace, and placing her back where she belonged.
With him.
“I worship you, Evangeline.” Samuel ground her tighter against him, moving on from her mouth to lay kisses along her jawline. “I always have.”
The conviction in his voice called to that connection between them, stirring it to life. Evie closed her eyes, allowing its warmth to ebb and flow through her.
“And four little letters can’t begin to represent what this is,” he whispered against her skin. “It’s like referring to you as my girlfriend. The term is woefully inadequate to describe what you are to me.”
She melted into him, fusing her mouth to his with a kiss that built slowly into something frantic. He’d called her greedy once, and that’s exactly what she was. Greedy for him, to taste and touch what she knew in her heart was hers. Reaching between them, Evie unsnapped his jeans.
With his lips still on hers, Samuel smiled. “What are you doing?”
Bunching the hem of his plain black t-shirt in her hands, Evie broke from his mouth to lift it over his head and toss it aside. She skimmed her fingertips over the lines of muscle on his torso until she reached his pants, unzipping them slowly. “Listening to you talk.”
“While getting me naked?”
She dropped to the floor, kneeling before him on the suite’s plush carpet. “It’s called multitasking.”
“I’m trying to be romantic, and you’re on your knees.”
Wedging his jeans down to his ankles, she went for the boxer briefs next. “Is that a problem?”
“It’s not a problem,” he replied, his voice going husky as she freed him. Licking her lips, she locked eyes with him, her mouth slowly descending. “Multitasking is an impressive skill, and… holy fuck.”
Evie froze in place, worried she’d done something wrong. Was she not supposed to take him into her mouth that deep to begin with? Hoping for the best, she’d gone in with a mental one, two, three, but maybe that hadn’t been the best plan. Initially, her worry had been what to do with her tongue, but teeth placement should’ve been her primary concern when dealing with something this big. If she wasn’t careful, Samuel would forever remember that the first time he saidI love you, was also the first time she tried to take a bite out of him.
Above, he remained quiet, and taking that as her signal to continue, Evie hollowed out her cheeks to pull back, stopping at the tip to swirl her tongue over his thick head.
Samuel’s eyes closed, his lips parting slightly. Thinking that was a good thing, she dove down again, taking him in as far as possible and then retreating with what she hoped was the right amount of suction.
“Easy.” His hand cupped the back of her head to slow her when she picked up the pace. “Not too fast.”
The guttural hitch in his voice made her want to do the opposite, and she ignored him. Gripping his base, she did what she wanted, making him damn near incoherent in the process.
