Page 34 of Cowboy Stole My Heart
“Oh, how sweet,” Mia said, grinning. “Well, it was nice to see you again, too.”
Sam nodded, seeing how easily Nate was charming Mia. He definitely deserved a black goddamn eye for flirting with her like that.
“Sam, do you have a minute?” Mia asked, her voice lower now, fingers brushing his arm, her big blue eyes trained on his and making him soften.
“Yeah, sure.” Sam waved to Nate. “See you on Sunday. Drive safe.”
Nate held up his hand and walked off, giving him a long, hard look first. Sam knew that look was a warning; he clearly didn’t want to hear about any shit going down after he’d left.
“Everything okay?” Sam asked, knowing his voice sounded gruff as he stared back down at Mia.
“Everythingwasokay. Until you stormed off this afternoon like I’d done something to offend you. What’s wrong?”
He suppressed a groan. Talking about his feelings wasnotsomething he excelled at. In fact, he had zero interest in discussing anything to do with how he felt about Mia or almost anything else.
“Sam?”
“Look, I wasn’t expecting you to be all dolled up and heading out on a date when I came by, that’s all. You took me by surprise.”
“So we’re good now? There’s nothing—”
He refused to let her finish, cringing as he held up his hand. “We’re good. Of course we’re good,” he mumbled. “Now you head back to your date, and I’ll head off home.”
“Sam!”
The look on her face told him he wasn’t getting let off the hook so easily. “What Mia? What the hell do you want from me?” he fumed. “Walk your pretty little ass back to your date and get on with your evening.”
“Why are you being such an asshole?” she asked, glaring at him, her eyes like saucers and making him feel like shit all over again.
“Because you look fucking beautiful and I hate seeing you out with that preppy prick, okay?That’swhy I’m being an asshole.”
Fuck!Now he’d come out and said it, and he wished to hell he could rewind and stop the words coming out his mouth.
“Wow,” she whispered, still staring at him.
“Yeah, wow. Can I go now?”
She slowly shook her head, catching her lower lip between her teeth. He was about to point to her date, even glanced across and saw the guy propped up againstthe bar, staring into his drink. He almost felt sorry for him.
“Mia, I need to go,” he said, muttering the words as she leaned into him, her palm against his chest as she moved closer.
He knew what he should have done. He should have pushed her back, gently told her no and walked the hell out of the bar as he intended to do. But he didn’t.
“You really think I look beautiful tonight?” she asked, her voice breathy, eyes focused on his mouth as she spoke.
“Hell yeah I do,” he murmured back, wondering how a woman as wealthy and stunning as Mia could seem so genuinely surprised at a compliment like that.
She closed the distance then, quickly, like she wasn’t sure what to do and had just thoughtto hell with it. Her lips met his fast, and he crushed his mouth to hers as she stepped in against him, her breasts to his chest.
Sam kissed her back; he had no choice. He’d thought about kissing her again ever since the first time, and it felt even better than he remembered. She tasted like the champagne she’d been drinking, her breath sweet against his as he wrapped one arm around her, holding her tight, his hand to the small of her back.
Mia’s arm snaked around his neck, warm against his skin as she opened her mouth and touched his tongue with hers, her lips so soft, her body so snug to his. He wanted nothing more than to scoop her up and get the hell out of the bar and somewhere quieter, but he doubted that was an option right now.
“Wow,” she whispered against his lips as she finally pulled back. Sam claimed one last kiss, one final brush of his lips against hers before slowly releasing her.
Mia’s cheeks were flushed as she looked up at him, andhe heard his own ragged breath as her gaze dropped to his mouth then made its way back to his eyes.
“I’d call more girls beautiful if that’s the response I got every time,” he teased, unable to help himself.
