Fuck me, I couldn't remember.
“Ready?” Luke asked.
“Finally. I'm starving. Let’s go.”
The two of us trekked down to the buffet in the hotel, and I stopped in my tracks. Despite the pounding of my vision, Sam looked amazing. Her tight jeans that accentuated her ass and her loose shirt that covered her luscious tits. It was the perfect “come and get me” outfit without giving everything away. Her jeans had that perfect faded look to them. Those jeans I knew she wore on a regular basis. Every time she bent over, I wished for her shirt to be just a little shorter. I wished for it to slide just a little higher so I could get a peak of her creamy skin.
But it never did, and it only made me want her more. Because Sam wasn’t the kind of girl to give it all away.
Oh, no. She made a man work for her.
And I’d put in any hours I needed to in order to peel that shirt off her body.
Her hair was braided loosely down her back, and a few wisps of it framed her face. She had on a touch of makeup with glossy lips. Enough to make me stare at them before wanting them wrapped around my cock.
Damn it. Sam was a beautiful woman.
“Well hello there, gorgeous,” I said as I approached her. “Mind if I sit next to you?”
“Go right on ahead, Logan. It’s all yours,” she said, motioning to the seat next to her.
She’d be all mine if she would ever give in to my advances. I’d always made it known to her how I felt. How I wanted her. How she enticed me in ways no other woman had. But Sam had never given in. Sam never let me touch her the way I wanted to touch her. The way she deserved to be touched. For the longest time, I thought she was playing hard to get. But the flirting had now become the regular foundation for our friendship.
Though it didn’t stop me from wanting to rip her clothes off and fuck her against every surface I could.
“So, did you enjoy your first night in Vegas?” I asked.
“The parts I remember? Yes,” Sam said with a smile.
“I distinctly remember you pouring back shots like they were water.”
“What? Me?” she asked innocently. “You must be thinking about someone else.”
“Oh, I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure it was you. In fact, I know it was you. Want to know how I know?”
“How do you know, handsome?”
“Because I couldn’t keep my eyes off your lips.”
She giggled, and I watched as her cheeks flushed a beautiful shade of pink.
“Hungry?” I asked as I handed her a plate from the table.
“And thirsty. I need some water before we start today’s adventure.”
“And possibly some coffee,” I said.
“Oh yes, coffee,” she said, her hand to her heart.
“Coming right up, beautiful,” I said.
She blushed again as we walked through the buffet line. I couldn't take my eyes off her. It was the first time in the years I’d known her that she’d been so reactive to my overt flirtations. She was enjoying it. Would this weekend turn things around?
Because if it did, I would make sure to worship her body the way it deserved.
If I could get her alone.
My eyes roamed over her rounded ass while we walked through the buffet line. I was mindlessly putting food on my plate as I took in the swell of her body. The thickness of her thighs. The way they poured into toned calves that flexed in her heels. Heels with booty shorts and a loose little t-shirt.