ventured into the bedroom and helped herself to one of Nick’s T-shirts. She grabbed her own phone and got in bed while Nick paced the room discussing the next day’s campaign stops with Christina.
Sam took advantage of him being occupied to text Harry: I told him, so quit looking at me that way . Smiling, she pressed send and awaited his reply.
Predictably, he fired right back. What way am I looking at you?
The make-me-feel-guilty way.
Don’t blame me for your guilty conscience. What’d he say?
All the right things. As usual.
Good.
Sam was so glad Nick had friends like Harry to help fill the terrible void John O’Connor’s death had left in his life.
Any ill effects from the shot?
Just a bruise the wedding planner is freaking about. Thanks for helping me out .
Any time. Get some sleep. Nothing worse than a bride with suitcases under her eyes .
Very funny. See you Friday .
Can’t wait.
“What’s got you all smiles?” Nick asked as he got in bed.
“Your buddy Harry. He’s quite the comedian.”
“Are you stepping out on me already? We’re not even married yet.”
“I like him. He’s a pain in my ass, but I like him anyway.”
“Everyone likes him. He’s a good guy.”
“How’d you meet him?”
“In the emergency room of all places.”
“Really?”
“About seven years ago, I broke my wrist playing hockey in a rec league. He was doing his ER rotation. We hit it off, and we’ve been friends ever since. I met Andy through him too,” he said of his lawyer friend who was also in their wedding party.
“Only you could break a bone and make a friend.”
“Two friends.”
“Which wrist did you break?”
He held up his left arm. “This one, thank God. I could still write and drive for the four months it was in a cast.”
“Four months? ”
“Yep. I played years of high school and college hockey with only bumps and bruises. Then I join a league here just for fun. Roughest sons of bitches I ever played with. Happened in my second game with them.”
Sam took his left hand and studied his arm. “Is that where you got this?” She traced a finger over a faint scar.
“Uh huh. They had to pin it back together. Hurt like a mother.”
Sam planted a trail of kisses over the scar. “Do you still play?”
“Once in a while, but not in that league. I never played with them again.”
“I’d like to see you play.”
He smiled. “Yeah?”
“I bet you look hot out there.”
Drawing her in closer to him, he said, “You think so, huh?”
“I know so.” Sam rested her head against his chest, breathing him in. “I’ve really missed you.”
“I’ve missed us . You’re essential to me, Samantha.” With the tip of his finger he tipped her chin up and kissed her. “So very essential.”
Sam slipped her arms around his neck and fell into the kiss as all the worries of the day disappeared. As he held her tight against him, his tongue caressed hers, teasing and tempting until Sam was out of her mind with desire.
“Nick,” she said, gasping. “I want you.”
“I was thinking,” he said, his lips busy on her neck, “that since it’s been a while, maybe we should wait… until our wedding night.”
Her hand, which had been cruising down his chest, came to a stop on his belly. “You aren’t serious.”
“It’s been this long, what’s a few more days?”
She tilted her hips into his erection. “An eternity?”
He released a choppy laugh that told her how much this show of restraint was costing him.
Sam shifted her hand lower and wrapped it around him, stroking him.
His head fell back on the pillow, and his eyes drifted shut.
“You’re sure you want to wait?” she asked, kissing her way down his chest.
“Imagine how good our wedding night will be.”
“It’ll be good no matter what.” She bent her head and took him into her mouth.
“Oh, God , Sam.”
“Mmmm.” She took him deep and loved how he grew harder when she lashed him with her
Sam took advantage of him being occupied to text Harry: I told him, so quit looking at me that way . Smiling, she pressed send and awaited his reply.
Predictably, he fired right back. What way am I looking at you?
The make-me-feel-guilty way.
Don’t blame me for your guilty conscience. What’d he say?
All the right things. As usual.
Good.
Sam was so glad Nick had friends like Harry to help fill the terrible void John O’Connor’s death had left in his life.
Any ill effects from the shot?
Just a bruise the wedding planner is freaking about. Thanks for helping me out .
Any time. Get some sleep. Nothing worse than a bride with suitcases under her eyes .
Very funny. See you Friday .
Can’t wait.
“What’s got you all smiles?” Nick asked as he got in bed.
“Your buddy Harry. He’s quite the comedian.”
“Are you stepping out on me already? We’re not even married yet.”
“I like him. He’s a pain in my ass, but I like him anyway.”
“Everyone likes him. He’s a good guy.”
“How’d you meet him?”
“In the emergency room of all places.”
“Really?”
“About seven years ago, I broke my wrist playing hockey in a rec league. He was doing his ER rotation. We hit it off, and we’ve been friends ever since. I met Andy through him too,” he said of his lawyer friend who was also in their wedding party.
“Only you could break a bone and make a friend.”
“Two friends.”
“Which wrist did you break?”
He held up his left arm. “This one, thank God. I could still write and drive for the four months it was in a cast.”
“Four months? ”
“Yep. I played years of high school and college hockey with only bumps and bruises. Then I join a league here just for fun. Roughest sons of bitches I ever played with. Happened in my second game with them.”
Sam took his left hand and studied his arm. “Is that where you got this?” She traced a finger over a faint scar.
“Uh huh. They had to pin it back together. Hurt like a mother.”
Sam planted a trail of kisses over the scar. “Do you still play?”
“Once in a while, but not in that league. I never played with them again.”
“I’d like to see you play.”
He smiled. “Yeah?”
“I bet you look hot out there.”
Drawing her in closer to him, he said, “You think so, huh?”
“I know so.” Sam rested her head against his chest, breathing him in. “I’ve really missed you.”
“I’ve missed us . You’re essential to me, Samantha.” With the tip of his finger he tipped her chin up and kissed her. “So very essential.”
Sam slipped her arms around his neck and fell into the kiss as all the worries of the day disappeared. As he held her tight against him, his tongue caressed hers, teasing and tempting until Sam was out of her mind with desire.
“Nick,” she said, gasping. “I want you.”
“I was thinking,” he said, his lips busy on her neck, “that since it’s been a while, maybe we should wait… until our wedding night.”
Her hand, which had been cruising down his chest, came to a stop on his belly. “You aren’t serious.”
“It’s been this long, what’s a few more days?”
She tilted her hips into his erection. “An eternity?”
He released a choppy laugh that told her how much this show of restraint was costing him.
Sam shifted her hand lower and wrapped it around him, stroking him.
His head fell back on the pillow, and his eyes drifted shut.
“You’re sure you want to wait?” she asked, kissing her way down his chest.
“Imagine how good our wedding night will be.”
“It’ll be good no matter what.” She bent her head and took him into her mouth.
“Oh, God , Sam.”
“Mmmm.” She took him deep and loved how he grew harder when she lashed him with her
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