Page 6 of Sexting the Tattooed Outlaw
That gentle hand is sharply contrasted with his other arm, which is still pinning me in place on my mattress, heavy and steady even though I’m not struggling against his hold anymore.
“There,” Sam says quietly, finally releasing his hold on me. “That’ll help.”
“Thanks, nurse,” I mutter, quickly standing up. I pull the jeans over my legs, smearing the ointment in the process. I don’t even care, I just need tonot be pantlessin front of Sam Wallace for a moment longer.
“You should really put a bandage on that.”
“Noted. Now get out.”
As I say this, I’m careful to stand away from the bed now, as if worried he might try to push me onto it again and…
And what?
My imagination goes wild thinking of all of the things Sam could do to me on that bed with his strong, masculine body.
No, Kay. We hate him, remember? We. Hate. Him.
My brain understands this well. My body is a traitor.
Sam nods, walking to the door. He turns, looking at me.
“I’m going to be in town for a while, Kay,” he says.
I shouldn’t care about this. But I can’t help myself.
“Why?” I ask him.
“I know that I burned a lot of bridges before I left town last time,” he says. “That’s why I’m here. I want to make things right with everyone I wronged. That includes you.”
“You wronged my parents, Sam. Not me.”
“I think we both know that’s not true.”
We do?
I always felt like Sam had abandoned me here. But I doubted he ever looked at it the same way. Our connection was something I believed to be one-sided. He left me without knowing that it would destroy me…without knowing how much he meant to me.
I bite my lip.
“Well. Maybe some bridges can’t be rebuilt,” I say after a pause. “Maybe once they’re burned, they’re gone.”
“We’ll see about that,” he says.
And then he’s gone.
CHAPTER 4
SAM
I packup the rest of my tools and wipe the sweat from my brow. I’ve spent all day doing odd jobs for the Beaumont family ranch. Though my body is here in the pasture, I left my mind in the house, upstairs in Kay’s bedroom.
I left my fucking sanity up there too.
Touching her was stupid. I should have known that if I let myself get that close to her, I’d lose all control. And I damn near did.
She was half naked when I walked in. I wasn’t ready for that, dammit.
The excuse of taking care of the burn on her thigh wasn’t entirely invented. It drives me crazy to see Kay work herself harder than necessary, neglecting herself to take care of everyone around her.
