laughed. “Coward.”
She’d never denied it.
“Well, I never forgot you. Never forgot what
you made me feel or want. When I heard your marriage to Pat broke
up, I swore I’d come back one day and see if you still felt the
spark.”
“You took a chance I wouldn’t meet someone
else.”
“I kept tabs on you.”
“What?” Sammy didn’t know if she liked that
or not. “How?”
“Through the family. I doubt it occurred to
anyone why I asked the questions I did. I was just catching up in
their eyes. When it became clear you were too involved with raising
your kids, I figured to let you get that out of the way first.
Besides, I was busy with JM Construction, and my own personal
relationship was a mess.”
He was referring to his divorce. “Are you
going to sit there and tell me that you haven’t been with anyone
since your divorce?”
“Hell no, honey. I’m not a saint. I had a few
one-night stands.”
God, how Sammy wished she could say the same,
only because the thought of John with another woman hurt. All of
her one-night stands had been with him, in her dreams. It had been
strange and unexpected, when he would crop up in her dreams or
thoughts. But once there, his memory had remained with her for
days, followed by a kind of sadness she could never explain.
“I’ve been patient, Sam. I knew we would be
together one day. When there was nothing to get in the way. No
marriages, no children. We’re two grown adults free to pursue what
we want.”
Sammy put her glass to her lips and swallowed
the rest of her wine, digesting John’s words. He was right. But did
she believe him? She’d held nothing back in his arms. And he’d made
love to her as if he worshiped her … loved her. Would all
that last beyond the weekend?
“Say it.” He leaned forward and refilled her
glass.
“What?” She picked it up.
“You’ve been too quiet. Say what’s on your
mind.”
Sammy put the glass to her lips and drank it
down like it was water. The liquid burned a fiery trail down her
throat, and she barely held back a coughing fit. But she knew the
wine would give her courage to be honest with John. She wasn't
normally a drinker, but when she did drink, it made her say and do
things she wouldn’t say otherwise.
“All right.” She set her glass down on the
table. “I’m wondering if what we have will continue beyond this
weekend. Maybe part of me can’t get past the John I knew as a
teenager. The sex is great. But sex doesn’t make a
relationship.”
“Is that your way of saying you don’t have
feelings for me?”
Sammy thought she loved him, or was close to
it, but it was too soon to admit it. She had to be sure of him.
“No.” She was beginning to feel warm inside, the wine making her
relaxed. “I’m not saying that at all.”
“I want you, Sammy. I want you in my bed. I
want you at my breakfast table, dinner table, and everything in
between. I want you in my future, lady.” His voice turned husky. “I
can’t make you believe I’ll be around after this weekend. You’ll
just have to trust me. Can you do that?”
Something in John’s voice told Sammy he was
sincere. And God, she wanted to trust him. A life with him would
fulfill a fantasy she’d been harboring for years. A combination of
the wine and his nearness made her senses alert and attuned to
everything about him, his masculine scent, his sensual voice, and
how complete he made her feel. All of a sudden she wanted his mouth
on hers.
Sammy got to her feet. “I trust you.” She
went to where he was sitting and sank down on his lap.
Without giving him a chance to question her,
she kissed him. It turned hard and intense within seconds. John’s
hand went to the back of her head, holding her to him, and she
wrapped her arms around his neck, straining into him. As their
mouths moved against each other, Sammy opened hers and welcomed his
tongue inside. Mutual moans filled the space around them as their
kiss deepened and their caresses
She’d never denied it.
“Well, I never forgot you. Never forgot what
you made me feel or want. When I heard your marriage to Pat broke
up, I swore I’d come back one day and see if you still felt the
spark.”
“You took a chance I wouldn’t meet someone
else.”
“I kept tabs on you.”
“What?” Sammy didn’t know if she liked that
or not. “How?”
“Through the family. I doubt it occurred to
anyone why I asked the questions I did. I was just catching up in
their eyes. When it became clear you were too involved with raising
your kids, I figured to let you get that out of the way first.
Besides, I was busy with JM Construction, and my own personal
relationship was a mess.”
He was referring to his divorce. “Are you
going to sit there and tell me that you haven’t been with anyone
since your divorce?”
“Hell no, honey. I’m not a saint. I had a few
one-night stands.”
God, how Sammy wished she could say the same,
only because the thought of John with another woman hurt. All of
her one-night stands had been with him, in her dreams. It had been
strange and unexpected, when he would crop up in her dreams or
thoughts. But once there, his memory had remained with her for
days, followed by a kind of sadness she could never explain.
“I’ve been patient, Sam. I knew we would be
together one day. When there was nothing to get in the way. No
marriages, no children. We’re two grown adults free to pursue what
we want.”
Sammy put her glass to her lips and swallowed
the rest of her wine, digesting John’s words. He was right. But did
she believe him? She’d held nothing back in his arms. And he’d made
love to her as if he worshiped her … loved her. Would all
that last beyond the weekend?
“Say it.” He leaned forward and refilled her
glass.
“What?” She picked it up.
“You’ve been too quiet. Say what’s on your
mind.”
Sammy put the glass to her lips and drank it
down like it was water. The liquid burned a fiery trail down her
throat, and she barely held back a coughing fit. But she knew the
wine would give her courage to be honest with John. She wasn't
normally a drinker, but when she did drink, it made her say and do
things she wouldn’t say otherwise.
“All right.” She set her glass down on the
table. “I’m wondering if what we have will continue beyond this
weekend. Maybe part of me can’t get past the John I knew as a
teenager. The sex is great. But sex doesn’t make a
relationship.”
“Is that your way of saying you don’t have
feelings for me?”
Sammy thought she loved him, or was close to
it, but it was too soon to admit it. She had to be sure of him.
“No.” She was beginning to feel warm inside, the wine making her
relaxed. “I’m not saying that at all.”
“I want you, Sammy. I want you in my bed. I
want you at my breakfast table, dinner table, and everything in
between. I want you in my future, lady.” His voice turned husky. “I
can’t make you believe I’ll be around after this weekend. You’ll
just have to trust me. Can you do that?”
Something in John’s voice told Sammy he was
sincere. And God, she wanted to trust him. A life with him would
fulfill a fantasy she’d been harboring for years. A combination of
the wine and his nearness made her senses alert and attuned to
everything about him, his masculine scent, his sensual voice, and
how complete he made her feel. All of a sudden she wanted his mouth
on hers.
Sammy got to her feet. “I trust you.” She
went to where he was sitting and sank down on his lap.
Without giving him a chance to question her,
she kissed him. It turned hard and intense within seconds. John’s
hand went to the back of her head, holding her to him, and she
wrapped her arms around his neck, straining into him. As their
mouths moved against each other, Sammy opened hers and welcomed his
tongue inside. Mutual moans filled the space around them as their
kiss deepened and their caresses
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