Sam's Promise: Blackwater, Book 1 by Anne Rainey

murmured. “Not even gooey chocolate chip cookies with me?”
    Julie clenched her eyes tight and let out a heavy breath. “I have a confession to make, Sam.”
    “Yeah?”
    She opened her eyes and said, “Uh, I’m nervous. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a date, but you could probably tell that already.”
    “It’s okay. No pressures or expectations tonight, Julie.” He leaned back into the swing and put his arm around her shoulders. “All you have to do is enjoy the night.”
    She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked up at him. “Are you enjoying the evening?”
    “I have a pretty woman snuggled up close under the stars. It doesn’t get much better in my book.”
    “Maybe we should make a wish. You never know, it might come true.”
    He smiled down at her. “I haven’t done that since I was a kid.”
    Her eyes twinkled in the firelight as she whispered, “I will if you will.”
    “Deal.”
    “Close your eyes. It won’t work unless you close your eyes, Sam.”
    Sam did as she asked. After he made his wish, he opened them again to see Julie watching him. “Did you make a wish?”
    She nodded. “Did you?” she asked in a faraway voice.
    “Hmm, yeah. We’ll just have to wait and see if it comes true or not, won’t we?” he said cryptically.
    She offered him a sexy grin, one clearly designed to fell a lesser man. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to tell me what you wished for, huh?”
    “Nice try, sweetheart.” Julie pouted, and Sam knew he was putty in her hands. God, she was captivating. Sam was desperate to lean down and kiss her. He wanted to undress her and touch every inch of her body with his lips and tongue. “You know that if I told you, then it wouldn’t come true anyway, remember?”
    “Yes, I suppose you’re right. Will you let me know if you get your wish at least?”
    “I will if you will,” he murmured.
    Satisfied, Julie nodded. “Deal.”
    Sam stroked the silky length of her dark brown hair. “We could shake on it,” he suggested.
    Her eyes lit with mischief. “We could. Sounds a little boring, if you ask me.”
    “Or…” He dipped his head and pressed his lips to her soft, warm mouth.
    Julie sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She moved closer, as if she wanted to spend a good long time sampling him. Damn good plan, Sam thought. He nudged the seam of her lips with his tongue, and her lips parted beneath his. Tongues met in a wild mating dance. She tasted of sweet, warm chocolate, and Sam knew he could easily become a glutton.
    He pulled back a few inches. “Earlier you said that I made you hot and bothered.”
    “Blurted it out, you mean,” she grumbled as she turned away, presenting him with the perfect view of her neck. Sam kissed her there, just behind her ear. Julie shivered.
    Sam’s voice dropped an octave as he admitted, “Either way, I’m glad you said it.”
    “Yes, well, I think you’ve managed to turn the heat up a notch.” She cleared her throat. “In case you were curious or anything.”
    “Still feels a little chilly to me,” he said as he coasted his lips over her earlobe and nibbled.
    “W-we can’t have that,” she whispered, tilting her head to the side and giving him better access to her neck.
    Sam caved in to temptation and licked the smooth line of her neck. He could feel the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she pressed her body closer to his. Sam’s cock pulsed with the need to be buried inside her soft pussy. Damn, he hadn’t even taken off Julie’s clothes and already he ached for release. Sam was desperate to tear off her sweats, to see the full curves she kept hidden, but he didn’t want to rush her. She’d admitted her inexperience earlier, and Sam knew it would be better if he took the time to coax Julie’s passion to the surface, not demand it.
    “I’m out of my element here, Sam,” she softly confessed, confirming his conviction that he needed to take it slow.
    Nervous tension creased