telling me I needed to get out and have some fun for once. Of course I was looking forward to seeing Lyric again – it has been way too long – but I would have much rather done it at their place or a restaurant, not a club.
Funny how life throws you curve balls.
At first, Samantha was standoffish and unhappy to see me, which I thought was strange. Yeah, when we separated I knew she wasn’t thrilled that I didn’t ask to see her again – she had a horrible poker face, and I could read her every emotion. However, we parted on good terms. The hesitancy didn’t make sense.
But now… whoa …she was glowing, beaming her first real smile since she’d arrived. It transformed her from beautiful to holy-shit-gorgeous.
The dress helped… undeniably . It should be illegal. It clung to her delicate curves and dipped low, providing a bird’s-eye view of her ample cleavage. The translucent ivory skin beckoned me. I wondered if it was as tasty as it looked.
Is my mouth watering?
“What’s with that goofy grin you’ve got going on?” Lyric questioned.
It took a moment to realize she wasn’t talking to me but was shooting Samantha an odd look.
Samantha stilled, her eyes darting to each of us in…panic?
What was running through this beautiful creature’s mind?
“Nothin’…” Samantha slowly drawled. “Just…um…your banter reminds me a lot of my family’s. I was just thinkin’ about them.”
God, that voice.
It was another thing that replayed through my mind these last few days. It was low and smoky, with a slight huskiness.
“Missing home?” I questioned, wanting her eyes on me.
As if she heard my wish, that golden gaze met mine. Her tongue snuck out and swept her lower, full lip. My heart jolted, and my dick became painfully hard in my jeans.
Holy shit.
How could a movement so small and subtle be that erotic?
“A little,” she admitted, her sexy lips curving upward. “I’m used to bein’ around them all the time.”
I wanted to punch Paul when he said, “From your accent and my sister’s nickname for you, you’re from South Carolina.”
I wanted her eyes on me, and only me.
Samantha fixated on Paul. “North Carolina.”
“What part?” I questioned, playing it cool. “We’re familiar with the area.”
Lyric and Paul were baffled by my comment. I gave them a subtle shake of the head, letting them know to keep their mouths shut.
“A small town outside of Asheville,” Samantha revealed, casually stirring her straw in her drink, having no idea she’d rocked my world.
What are the odds?
Bliss was outside of Asheville, as well. She’d be close to me once our vacation was over.
I had to shove the knowledge aside forcefully. I needed to stay focused. There was too much to do once I returned. I needed to think about Lincoln and my future, about mending our relationship. A woman should be the least of my concern. Plus, Gwen had fucked with my head so thoroughly that it wouldn’t be fair to Samantha to jump into a relationship with her so soon after the split. There were remaining issues I needed to process.
Whoa!
A relationship?!
Where did that thought come from?
I was about to ask her the name of her town, but Lyric interrupted me.
“Where’s our waitress? I could use another drink.” Lyric narrowed her eyes at me, informing me that she wouldn’t let me get any more info out of Samantha unless I coughed up some of my own.
Damn meddling woman.
“Me too,” Samantha agreed. Samantha’s lips wrapped around her straw, drawing my attention in like a beacon, and finished her drink. “But I need somethin’ a little less…uh…potent.” She became bashful. “I downed that too quickly.”
“I’ll make sure you get to your room okay,” I assured her, my voice rougher than I intended.
Shit, it sounded as if I expected to go to her hotel with her.
I cleared my throat and added, “You know…if you and Lyric want to let loose a little, Paul and I will take care of you
Funny how life throws you curve balls.
At first, Samantha was standoffish and unhappy to see me, which I thought was strange. Yeah, when we separated I knew she wasn’t thrilled that I didn’t ask to see her again – she had a horrible poker face, and I could read her every emotion. However, we parted on good terms. The hesitancy didn’t make sense.
But now… whoa …she was glowing, beaming her first real smile since she’d arrived. It transformed her from beautiful to holy-shit-gorgeous.
The dress helped… undeniably . It should be illegal. It clung to her delicate curves and dipped low, providing a bird’s-eye view of her ample cleavage. The translucent ivory skin beckoned me. I wondered if it was as tasty as it looked.
Is my mouth watering?
“What’s with that goofy grin you’ve got going on?” Lyric questioned.
It took a moment to realize she wasn’t talking to me but was shooting Samantha an odd look.
Samantha stilled, her eyes darting to each of us in…panic?
What was running through this beautiful creature’s mind?
“Nothin’…” Samantha slowly drawled. “Just…um…your banter reminds me a lot of my family’s. I was just thinkin’ about them.”
God, that voice.
It was another thing that replayed through my mind these last few days. It was low and smoky, with a slight huskiness.
“Missing home?” I questioned, wanting her eyes on me.
As if she heard my wish, that golden gaze met mine. Her tongue snuck out and swept her lower, full lip. My heart jolted, and my dick became painfully hard in my jeans.
Holy shit.
How could a movement so small and subtle be that erotic?
“A little,” she admitted, her sexy lips curving upward. “I’m used to bein’ around them all the time.”
I wanted to punch Paul when he said, “From your accent and my sister’s nickname for you, you’re from South Carolina.”
I wanted her eyes on me, and only me.
Samantha fixated on Paul. “North Carolina.”
“What part?” I questioned, playing it cool. “We’re familiar with the area.”
Lyric and Paul were baffled by my comment. I gave them a subtle shake of the head, letting them know to keep their mouths shut.
“A small town outside of Asheville,” Samantha revealed, casually stirring her straw in her drink, having no idea she’d rocked my world.
What are the odds?
Bliss was outside of Asheville, as well. She’d be close to me once our vacation was over.
I had to shove the knowledge aside forcefully. I needed to stay focused. There was too much to do once I returned. I needed to think about Lincoln and my future, about mending our relationship. A woman should be the least of my concern. Plus, Gwen had fucked with my head so thoroughly that it wouldn’t be fair to Samantha to jump into a relationship with her so soon after the split. There were remaining issues I needed to process.
Whoa!
A relationship?!
Where did that thought come from?
I was about to ask her the name of her town, but Lyric interrupted me.
“Where’s our waitress? I could use another drink.” Lyric narrowed her eyes at me, informing me that she wouldn’t let me get any more info out of Samantha unless I coughed up some of my own.
Damn meddling woman.
“Me too,” Samantha agreed. Samantha’s lips wrapped around her straw, drawing my attention in like a beacon, and finished her drink. “But I need somethin’ a little less…uh…potent.” She became bashful. “I downed that too quickly.”
“I’ll make sure you get to your room okay,” I assured her, my voice rougher than I intended.
Shit, it sounded as if I expected to go to her hotel with her.
I cleared my throat and added, “You know…if you and Lyric want to let loose a little, Paul and I will take care of you
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