Sam laughs. “I doubt that. Eden tells me I snore sometimes.”
“More like purr,” I say. “But it’s cute.”
Why do I keep saying cute? Oh my God, what’s wrong with me? I never say shit like this. It’s true, though. Sam isn’t the hot girl I would typically go for. She’s the girl-next-door type, the kind of girl you see all the time but never really see until you get to know her. And I’m glad I did.
We pull up out front of my house, and the driver opens the door for us.
Sam looks out the window, biting her bottom lip. “Is this your house?”
“Yeah. But I can take you home if you want.”
“No,” she says. “I want to see where you live. You said you know nothing about me, but I also know very little about you.”
“We can watch a movie in my room.” I extend my hand to her. “Trent won’t be home until tomorrow. So, we’ll have some privacy.” I can see her gulp and feel the need to add, “We can just watch the movie. I don’t have any expectations, okay?”
She presses her lips together and nods.
Most of my friends are out with their girlfriends or at a party except for Drake. He’s on the couch with Taylor on top of him, their lips locked and tugging at each other’s clothes.
Drake and Taylor’s heads snap up as the door slams behind Sam.
“Oh, hey,” Taylor says, straightening her shirt back over her tits, using Drake’s big body to hide behind. “We were just…”
About to fuck?
Drake winks at me, and I smirk in return. One minute Taylor acts like she likes him, and the next he’s running after her. She wants to be friends, then she wants to be his girl. I don’t understand their relationship. That shit would drive me crazy if Sam ever did that to me.
“We’ll be upstairs,” I say to Drake.
I lead Sam up the stairs, and she stands in the doorway staring into my room like it’s some off-limits place she’s not allowed to go. Or maybe she’s afraid of what might happen.
“It’s okay,” I say. “I won’t bite.”
She pushes her hands to her hips and smiles. “What if I want you to bite me?”
I close the distance between us, sliding my hand behind her, pulling her into my chest as I lean down to kiss her neck. She tilts her head to the side and sucks in a deep breath. Taking this as a sign to keep going, I graze my teeth along her skin. Sam lets out a soft moan and tugs at my shirt with her fingers.
I drag her into the room kicking the door shut with my foot. Pressing her back against the wall, I make my way from her neck to her mouth. She hisses when I take her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Tucker,” she whispers. “You’re such a bad boy.”
“And you’re my good girl,” I growl against her mouth before slipping my tongue inside.
She laughs between kisses. “Not when I’m with you.”
Her words stop me from going further. I peel my lips from hers and look into her eyes. “I didn’t take you to Universal just to have sex with you.” Stepping back from her, I create some distance to gauge her reaction. “I don’t want you to think that was part of my master plan.”
She reaches out for me, and I slip my fingers between hers. “I want you, Tucker. I want to show you how much.”
I’ve never wanted anything more than Sam lying naked in my bed. I still can’t believe I ever let her get away.
As I lift her up, she hooks her legs around my back. I plant soft kisses along her jaw, our mouths melded together as I move to my bed and lower her to the mattress. Making room for myself between her legs, I continue my slow exploration of her mouth. Her kisses are greedy and passionate. Mine are rough and intense. I’m like an animal, licking and sucking and biting her. She loves it, moans my name with each tug of her flesh.
Our lips separate long enough for me to see the hunger in her eyes. She lifts her hips, and her shirt slides up her stomach. I slide my hand along her smooth skin and inch my way up to her tits. My cock is rock-hard poking her inner thigh. It’s almost painful to maintain this pace when I want to be inside her so fucking bad.
Pinching her nipple between my fingers, I squeeze the tiny bud. She squeals as if this simple touch has caused her entire body to come alive.
“Tucker,” she whines. “Stop torturing me.”
A ghost of a smirk crosses my lips. She shakes her head at me, pure ecstasy mixed with sexual frustration written on her face.