Page 63 of Cowboy Stole My Heart
“I think this might become one of my favorite places,” he said.
“We should come again next weekend and the one after that,” Mia said, “I want this all over again.” Sam opened his mouth and then she groaned, holding up her hand. They weren’t going to be together then. Sam would be gone then, and what they had would be over.
“Would it be so bad if we saw each other still?” she asked.
“The longer it goes on the harder it becomes to…”
She shrugged. “Whatever. It’s fine. I was just meaning that the food was so good.”
“You could bring preppy guy here,” Sam teased. “I’m sure he’d love it.”
Mia glared at him. “That date was a favor to my best friend. And you know what? If I hadn’t met a certain cowboy who got me all hot under the collar, maybe I’d have had more fun with him. Maybe he stared at his damn phone all night because he could tell I wasn’t that into him.”
Sam leaned back in his chair, but the way he looked at her made her feel like he was only a breath away. If sheshut her eyes, she could feel that hot breath of his on her skin, could feel the weight of his body as it shifted against her, the familiarity of his touch. It was like he was undressing her with his eyes.
“Who made you so damn scared of commitment?” she asked him.
Sam gave her his poker face again. Only she saw through it and then some. “Let’s just say that whatever happened to me made me pretty certain I’d never trust anyone with my heart again.”
“Sounds like we’ve both had some pretty good relationships in the past,” Mia said, not wanting to push him and deciding to make light of it and move on. “But seriously, why did this one hurt you so bad? She was seriously that nasty?”
“Yeah, something like that,” Sam muttered, pushing his chair back. “You want to stay longer or go?” he asked.
Mia pushed her chair back and stood, too. “Let’s go.”
She watched him walk away and pull his wallet from his pocket. She let him pay; heaven knew they were paying him enough for his few weeks of work that she didn’t feel bad letting him cover the bill. Besides, she was pretty sure he would have told her off if she’d offered to pay her share, anyway.
She drank in the sight of him, never tiring of the way his jeans fitted him, the way he moved, the breadth of his shoulders and the glint in his eye when he turned to her.
“Thanks for dinner,” she said when he spun around and reached for her hand.
“Hey, you’ve cooked for me, this was my way of saying thanks,” he said, drawing her in for a kiss. She expected his lips to touch her cheek, to brush her lips perhaps, buthe stopped moving and kissed her properly, like he was reminding her of what was to come, and she didn’t mind one bit.
His mouth was spicy, just like hers, the tequila making her giddy, making her want more even though they were still standing in the middle of a restaurant. Sam had some dignity though, tugging her outside as he raised his hand and waved to the waiter who was no doubt having a laugh watching them.
When they reached Sam’s truck he pushed her roughly back against it, claiming her mouth again, only this time no one was watching and he knew it. His hands skimmed beneath her top, pushing it up, connecting with bare skin, and she moaned when he pushed into her, his belt buckle cool against her stomach.
Mia raised a leg, hooked it around him, desperate to feel him even closer. Sam’s hand closed around her thigh, fingers digging deep, holding her there, before running his palm around her upper leg to cup her butt.
“I think I should take you home,” Sam muttered in her ear when he finally broke their connection, his breath fast, his mouth still inches from hers.
Mia ducked back in for another quick kiss, which turned into her grinding against him and him exploring her mouth like he’d never kissed her before.
“Home,” she whispered, running her hands down his chest, loving the feel of his hard muscles beneath it.
Sam gave her a sexy-as-hell wink before walking away from her, shaking his head like she was the naughty one. She laughed.Maybe she was.
***
Sam found it damn hard to concentrate on driving back to the River Ranch. Mia kept running her fingers up anddown his thigh, always stopping before connecting with his crotch. She was driving him crazy.
When they finally pulled into her driveway he fought to go slow, aching to thump his foot on the accelerator and get to her place fast. Finally he pulled up by the stables, at the same time as her hand pulled away.
“You’re in big trouble,” he growled out, reaching for her, but she gently pushed him away.
“Sorry, I…”
Sam touched her arm. “You okay?”
