Page 44 of The Love You Fight For
“How was the burger?”
She shrugs.
“Fine.”
I place my forearms on the bar and lean into her space. She doesn’t back away, and I don’t miss the hint of excitement that flashes over her features.
“Did you finish?” I ask, my voice lower than before.
Suggestive, despite the topic. Her lips twitch, but she doesn’t answer.
“Were you satisfied?” I try again, tilting my head to the side as I scan her face. “Do I still have a perfect track record? Do I know how to please the princess?”
She huffs, failing to hide her smirk, and rolls her eyes.
“You’re an idiot.” She folds her arms over her chest. “I hate your hat.”
I laugh.
“I know.” I nod. “But I can’t stop picturing you wearing it. You on my lap. You with y?—”
“Shut up,” she snips, eyes flashing back and forth to the customers flanking her.
My grin grows. If it weren’t for the wild excitement she’s trying to hide, the blush coloring her cheeks and neck would probably offend me. She might be embarrassed, but she’s thinking about it now, and it’s got her heart racing. That’s what I focus on.
I drop my voice to a whisper and lean closer so only she can hear me.
“What’s wrong, Harper? Don’t want people to know you were caught in acompromisingpositionwith me? Worried how that might make you look?”
“Please.” Sam laughs. “What these people think doesn’t even register on the list of things I care about. I just don’t want my...personalbusiness...advertised to every drunken fool in this town.”
I drop my eyes to her lips, then to her neck. Her delicate skin flutters over her rapidly thrumming pulse. I curl my fingers into a fist against the desire to reach for her.
“You want to keep it just between us, then? The fact that mymouth has been on you, my tongue has been inside you. You want it to be our little secret?”
Sam’s lips curve into a flirty smirk.
“Secret is such a juvenile term. I just prefer to act with discretion.” She reaches up and pulls my baseball cap off my head, then brings her hands behind her back before meeting my eyes once more. “Can you be discreet, Christopher?”
Sam takes two steps backward without breaking eye contact, and then she turns and heads toward the exit. I tell Paul I’ll be right back, but I don’t take my eyes off the spot where Sam disappeared. Then, like I’m being pulled, I follow.
Through the crowded bar, out the door, and into the cool night air of the parking lot.
I expected to see her climbing the stairs to the penthouse, but instead, I find her sauntering toward the back of the lot where my truck is parked. I pick up my pace, then scoop Sam up into my arms. She yelps, and I smack her ass playfully.
“Shush, princess. Can’t you be discreet?”
I hear her laugh just as I get to my truck. I open the door closest—driver’s side—and sit her onto the seat. I take my camo hat from her hands and put it backward on her head, and then I plant my arms on either side of her body and step between her spread thighs.
She’s panting, her eyes sparkling with humor and the thrill of whatever it is we’re doing, and her full, crimson lips are curled into an addictive smile. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I can barely tear my eyes away from her. I don’t even want to blink. This smile? The one she’s giving me right now? It’s not something just anyone gets to see. This smile is unbidden. It’s not for show. This one is real.
“Now that you got me out here,” I say slowly, eyes dropping to her parted red lips, “what are you going to do with me?”
She threads her arms around my neck and leans in close, so her lips brush mine.
“You’re a clever boy,” she whispers. “I think you can figure it out.”
I kiss her.
