Level Up
Tansy wanted to cheer, wanted to shout to the world that her fondest dream was coming true.
Sam Young was kissing her.
Kissing her like he had nothing else to do for the rest of his life.
When she squirmed to get closer, Sam simply hoisted her in his arms and shifted her so she was straddling him where he sat on the edge of the dock.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and nearly lost her mind when she felt his body harden beneath her.
They were both wearing thick sweatshirts, but she could feel his heartbeat hammering against hers.
She’d never been kissed with such aching tenderness and intensity before.
Her hands wanted to touch him all over, strip off the running clothes they wore and feast on him right here on the dock.
She could barely think as Sam moved his mouth over hers, tasting, licking, kissing.
Savoring.
She was being savored.
Who would have thought that was even possible?
Eventually, they pulled back and looked at each other. This was a huge moment, and she didn’t want to see regrets.
When all she saw was arousal, she grinned and gripped his head with her hands and pulled him back for another kiss.
And another.
When they pulled back again, they were both smiling. Sam traced a finger over her face and across her lips. “Okay?”
“Much better than okay.”
He smiled, kissed her again, then pulled her in for a hug.
In a fluid movement highlighting his strength, Sam twisted and pushed off the dock with one hand, then rose with her in his arms.They kissed again as he lowered her to her feet and Tansy figured they could do that all day long.
Sam took her hand, and they walked back along the dock. It felt natural and easy. She bounced on her toes and then stretched up to kiss him lightly. “I like being able to do that. I’ve been thinking about it for a lot of years.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep. I figured you only thought of me as Joe’s little sister.”
“I figured I was supposed to think of you that way, but it was impossible.”
That filled her with joy, and she had to laugh and kiss him again.
The sound of a low plane had Sam pulling away and tugging her off the dock and into the trees. He shoved her behind him and pushed them both into the boughs of a large spruce.
“What are you doing?”
He shushed her with his hand and kept his eyes on the sky. “You get many planes flying over your land? Are you on a flight path?”
Picking up the nerves from Sam, she peered up as well. “Not that I know of. And I haven’t noticed many planes. In fact, I don’t know if I’ve heard one since I’ve been here. But I might not notice either.”
Tansy glimpsed a small white plane flying over the north end of her lake. Sam froze and didn’t move until the plane moved beyond sight.