“Look it up,” I say and gesture to my laptop on the kitchen counter.
“Fine, I will.” She grabs my laptop, opens it and hands it to me to type in my password. Typing fast, she does a quick search…and starts laughing. “Oh my God, you’re right!” She turns the computer for me to see. “Apparently there are five reasons to make eye contact, and number three is seven years of bad sex. How did you even know about that?”
She closes the laptop and reaches for her wine glass again, like she’s ready to give it a second try.
I give her a sheepish look. “I think I might have too much time on my hands after putting Daisy to bed.”
“Maybe you need a hobby.” She shrugs. “Earlier today, you said when you’re bored you like to put your hands to use. Perhaps in the evenings, you need something to occupy your hands,” she says casually.
My mind takes that moment to imagine my hands on her body, touching her in all the ways I’ve wanted to since first setting eyes on her.
I swallow. Hard. I take my glass in my hand and lift it. There is such an innocent quality about her, I’m not sure she meant those words to be sexual, but something tells me she’d like my dirty brand of sex. My brain takes that moment to expand on those filthy thoughts, twisting them in my head until my cock grows another inch.
“Cheers,” I say, and her big brown eyes meet mine. The second our gazes lock, hold a minute too long, hunger rips through me. Fuck, man, I want this woman in my bed. Simple as that. It might not be wise or smart, but there it is. I want my hands and mouth on her body.
“Cheers,” she says, and keeps her eyes on mine as she brings the glass to her mouth for a swallow. She pulls the glass away and licks he moisture from her bottom lip. “This is delicious.”
“Yeah, delicious,” I say, my mind on other things. I take a drink and set my glass down.
“Tell me what you think,” she says.
I’m about to open my mouth and tell her exactly what I think when she gestures to the pie.
“Tell me that’s not the best thing you’ve ever put in your mouth.”
Jesus, the speech pathologist is killing me with her words.
Damned if I don’t want to do the same to her. How would she react if I let loose, told her what I really wanted, holding nothing back? Would she run the other way, or would the sweet girl next door like the way I use my mouth?
I pick up my fork, cut into the flaky pie, and slide it into my mouth. Flavor explodes on my tongue. I swallow and wash it down with a drink. Sam sits beside me, waiting for my response.
I cut another piece and bring it to my mouth. “I think you’ve ruined me,” I say before eating.
“Ruined you?”
I chew and swallow. “I’ll never be able to eat cherry pie again. They’ll all pale in comparison.”
She chuckles softly. “Does that mean I’m going to have to keep you in cherry pie for the rest of your life?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
“Well, how about this, as long as I’m working with Daisy, I’ll make you all the cherry pie you want.” She shrugs. “I actually enjoy baking, and it’s nice to have someone to bake for again.” As if she said too much, her head rears back. “I mean…I just…I used to bake with my mom when I was younger, and I…”
“That’s nice, Sam,” I say, coming to her rescue. “You were close to your mom?”
She nods. “Still am.”
My heart wobbles at that. She had the kind of upbringing I wanted for Quinn, still want for Daisy.
“I’m close to Dad, too.” She takes a big bite of pie, like she’s trying to fill her mouth before she blurts out something else. I think it’s adorable, actually, and can’t help but wonder what she’d say, how she’d react if I blurted out all the dirty thoughts pinging around inside my brain.
I finish the pie and drain my glass. Standing, I bring the bottle back to the table and pour more into her glass first.
“I won’t be able to drink that. I’m driving,” she says.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to stay a bit longer.” I pour more into my glass and take her empty plate away.
“It’s late. I should probably go.” She stands, and our bodies bump. She sucks in a fast breath, and there’s no way she’s not feeling this crazy sexual tension between us. Her cheeks are a deeper shade of pink, and the black in her eyes had bled into the brown. Whether she wants to admit it or not, she’s as aroused as I am.