like that.”
Meg snuggled into him. “Would you be shocked if I said I liked it?”
He chuckled. “Nope. I never doubted you would, but it’s not helping my focus.”
“So, why not play first and talk later?”
Sam sighed loudly. “Because if we start to play, I don’t think we will ever get to talking, and we need to talk about what happened yesterday.”
Chapter Twelve
Meg shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. She preferred to avoid discussing difficult issues. If he wasn’t looking for something long-term, she would deal with the loss when the time came for him to move on. She didn’t want to think about not having him now and ruin what they had. “You’re not into kids. I’m cool with that. I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”
“I want to give you everything.”
She glanced at him and he grinned wickedly at her. Making her insides quiver in anticipation of getting all he had to offer.
He straightened his face and stroked her cheek. Unable to resist his touch, she leaned into his hand.
“Seriously, I never meant I don’t want kids ever. I guess I am just being selfish. For months I’ve wanted to make you more than a flat mate, and when it finally seemed like we had time to explore our new relationship, Maud moved in. I’m not ready to share you with anyone, even a baby. But that doesn’t mean this isn’t more than a fling, or that I don’t want or love you.”
Meg pondered before she responded. Truth be told, she didn’t want a baby either. Sam was enough for her, for now. He was right. With Maud in the house, they barely had a minute alone and they were nowhere close to being ready to start a family. She needed to learn to trust him. To take what he said at face value and not read things into his comments that he never meant. Maybe she’d finally made a breakthrough in her relationship.
*
Unable to tell if she had understood or not, Sam tipped her face up with his fingertips. “Are we good?”
She smiled. “Better than good.”
Relief washed over him. Meg needed careful handling. Her past might have made her insecure, but he intended to fill her future with love. One day she’d see herself the way he saw her. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. The time for conversation was over. He had no idea when Maud would be back but he didn’t intend to waste another minute.
When Meg wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair, nothing existed beyond the sofa and kissing her. Nothing beyond Meg existed. He could smell her flowery perfume and feel the raw emotion in the way her tongue hungrily plundered his mouth.
Breaking the kiss he mumbled, “How’s your backside?”
She whispered, “Tingling.”
Her breathy voice sent his blood coursing through his veins toward his already hard cock. “Want me to kiss you all better?”
Her moan made him ache; if he didn’t slow the pace they wouldn’t even get naked before he pinned her to the closest flat surface. Not willing to trust himself, he pulled away and she whimpered with apparent disappointment.
He couldn’t hold back a chuckle as he disappeared into the kitchen.
Leaning over inspecting the contents of the freezer, he shuddered when Meg wrapped herself around him, her hand massaging his aroused dick.
She continued to tease him as she ran the tip of her finger up and down his erection, making the pony strain even harder against his jeans. If she kept the massage up, he would burst through the zipper.
“Are you hungry?”
How she could think he was looking for food, he had no idea. There was only one thing he intended to eat and it wasn’t in the fridge. “Nope.”
“So why are you in the freezer?”
He straightened up and turned around with a tray of ice cubes in hand. “Time for me to make it all better.”
Meg backed up a little. “No way.”
When he grabbed at her, she squealed and fled. She barely made it through the living room and up the hallway before he caught up
Meg snuggled into him. “Would you be shocked if I said I liked it?”
He chuckled. “Nope. I never doubted you would, but it’s not helping my focus.”
“So, why not play first and talk later?”
Sam sighed loudly. “Because if we start to play, I don’t think we will ever get to talking, and we need to talk about what happened yesterday.”
Chapter Twelve
Meg shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. She preferred to avoid discussing difficult issues. If he wasn’t looking for something long-term, she would deal with the loss when the time came for him to move on. She didn’t want to think about not having him now and ruin what they had. “You’re not into kids. I’m cool with that. I’ll take whatever you want to give me.”
“I want to give you everything.”
She glanced at him and he grinned wickedly at her. Making her insides quiver in anticipation of getting all he had to offer.
He straightened his face and stroked her cheek. Unable to resist his touch, she leaned into his hand.
“Seriously, I never meant I don’t want kids ever. I guess I am just being selfish. For months I’ve wanted to make you more than a flat mate, and when it finally seemed like we had time to explore our new relationship, Maud moved in. I’m not ready to share you with anyone, even a baby. But that doesn’t mean this isn’t more than a fling, or that I don’t want or love you.”
Meg pondered before she responded. Truth be told, she didn’t want a baby either. Sam was enough for her, for now. He was right. With Maud in the house, they barely had a minute alone and they were nowhere close to being ready to start a family. She needed to learn to trust him. To take what he said at face value and not read things into his comments that he never meant. Maybe she’d finally made a breakthrough in her relationship.
*
Unable to tell if she had understood or not, Sam tipped her face up with his fingertips. “Are we good?”
She smiled. “Better than good.”
Relief washed over him. Meg needed careful handling. Her past might have made her insecure, but he intended to fill her future with love. One day she’d see herself the way he saw her. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. The time for conversation was over. He had no idea when Maud would be back but he didn’t intend to waste another minute.
When Meg wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair, nothing existed beyond the sofa and kissing her. Nothing beyond Meg existed. He could smell her flowery perfume and feel the raw emotion in the way her tongue hungrily plundered his mouth.
Breaking the kiss he mumbled, “How’s your backside?”
She whispered, “Tingling.”
Her breathy voice sent his blood coursing through his veins toward his already hard cock. “Want me to kiss you all better?”
Her moan made him ache; if he didn’t slow the pace they wouldn’t even get naked before he pinned her to the closest flat surface. Not willing to trust himself, he pulled away and she whimpered with apparent disappointment.
He couldn’t hold back a chuckle as he disappeared into the kitchen.
Leaning over inspecting the contents of the freezer, he shuddered when Meg wrapped herself around him, her hand massaging his aroused dick.
She continued to tease him as she ran the tip of her finger up and down his erection, making the pony strain even harder against his jeans. If she kept the massage up, he would burst through the zipper.
“Are you hungry?”
How she could think he was looking for food, he had no idea. There was only one thing he intended to eat and it wasn’t in the fridge. “Nope.”
“So why are you in the freezer?”
He straightened up and turned around with a tray of ice cubes in hand. “Time for me to make it all better.”
Meg backed up a little. “No way.”
When he grabbed at her, she squealed and fled. She barely made it through the living room and up the hallway before he caught up
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