Samara’s other hand.
“But I want to play with her,” Chloe said in a stubborn tone.
I fought my urge to say that I did, too. Samara had me going, and I needed to be alone with her.
“You two move it,” Mom said gently to the kids. “You’ll get to see Samara more later.”
I led Samara to the basement stairs and she followed me down.
“I feel like we’re in high school,” I said to her. “It’s weird being back home again.”
“Your family is so nice,” she said with a small sigh. I waited, hoping she’d say something about her own, but she just followed me into my bedroom.
I closed the door and faced her, resting a hand on her hip.
“I was hoping to see you in a swimsuit,” I said, cupping her cheek in my free hand.
“You were?” Her brows arched and her lips parted.
I nodded and took a step forward, closing the distance between us. “I really like you. I think about you all the damn time.”
“I like you, too,” she said. Her wide eyes and vulnerable expression made fire run through my veins. This woman was unlike any I’d ever known.
I wanted to push her against the wall and kiss her neck. To feel her long legs wrapped around my waist. To grind my raging erection against her and elicit a moan of desire.
But I knew she was skittish, and I didn’t want to push her too fast. So I kissed her softly instead, physically holding myself back. She tensed at first, but relaxed into me after a couple seconds. I ran my hand around her waist to her back, grazing her skin near the waistband of her jeans slightly.
She tasted sweet, and I couldn’t get enough. I forced myself to pull away from her mouth and kiss my way down her jawline to her neck. She inhaled sharply, her body stiffening again. I stroked my thumb across her cheek, hoping to relax her.
“Oh God,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Orion.”
“Should I stop?” I whispered against her skin. “Maybe we shouldn’t get all worked up right before dinner with my family.”
“Right,” she said, exhaling softly. She started moving her hands to my shoulder but stopped halfway there.
“Don’t stop,” I said, disappointment coursing through me. “Touch me, Samara.”
She moved her hands higher, wearing a tentative expression. When she slid her hands over my shoulders and then behind my neck, I closed my eyes for a few seconds. I’d never had a moment like this, where I felt desperate for something as simple as a touch.
“I’m sorry you’re getting dropped into this so fast,” I said. “With my family. We haven’t even gone on our second date yet.”
“This kind of counts as a date, right?”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “We’ll make it into a better date later. We can watch a movie down here or something.”
“It’s been a good date.”
I put my hands back on her hips, reconsidering my suggestion that we stop getting worked up.
“Thanks for helping with the kids,” I said, kissing her lips softly.
“I was glad to.”
“I think I’m gonna have to fight Chloe for your attention tonight.”
On cue, the sounds of the kids’ feet on the stairway sounded, and Samara jumped back from me. I grinned at the sight of her pink cheeks. Damn, was she sweet. I wanted to skip dinner and lock the two of us in my room for the evening.
“Uncle Orion!” Drew called as he burst into the room. “Will you play catch with me?”
Chloe went right for Samara, taking her hand. “We can go play in the playroom,” she said, leaving no room for doubt.
“Guys, sit down on the bed,” I said. They both climbed up and looked at me expectantly.
“Do you know why Samara came to the pool with us today, and why she’s here now?”
There was silence as they both stared at me.
“Because I like her.”
Drew wrinkled his face. “Ew. Is she your girlfriend?”
Dammit. This conversation was getting tricky fast. “Those are the kinds of feelings I have for her, yeah. I want to hang out with her.”
“And kiss
“But I want to play with her,” Chloe said in a stubborn tone.
I fought my urge to say that I did, too. Samara had me going, and I needed to be alone with her.
“You two move it,” Mom said gently to the kids. “You’ll get to see Samara more later.”
I led Samara to the basement stairs and she followed me down.
“I feel like we’re in high school,” I said to her. “It’s weird being back home again.”
“Your family is so nice,” she said with a small sigh. I waited, hoping she’d say something about her own, but she just followed me into my bedroom.
I closed the door and faced her, resting a hand on her hip.
“I was hoping to see you in a swimsuit,” I said, cupping her cheek in my free hand.
“You were?” Her brows arched and her lips parted.
I nodded and took a step forward, closing the distance between us. “I really like you. I think about you all the damn time.”
“I like you, too,” she said. Her wide eyes and vulnerable expression made fire run through my veins. This woman was unlike any I’d ever known.
I wanted to push her against the wall and kiss her neck. To feel her long legs wrapped around my waist. To grind my raging erection against her and elicit a moan of desire.
But I knew she was skittish, and I didn’t want to push her too fast. So I kissed her softly instead, physically holding myself back. She tensed at first, but relaxed into me after a couple seconds. I ran my hand around her waist to her back, grazing her skin near the waistband of her jeans slightly.
She tasted sweet, and I couldn’t get enough. I forced myself to pull away from her mouth and kiss my way down her jawline to her neck. She inhaled sharply, her body stiffening again. I stroked my thumb across her cheek, hoping to relax her.
“Oh God,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Orion.”
“Should I stop?” I whispered against her skin. “Maybe we shouldn’t get all worked up right before dinner with my family.”
“Right,” she said, exhaling softly. She started moving her hands to my shoulder but stopped halfway there.
“Don’t stop,” I said, disappointment coursing through me. “Touch me, Samara.”
She moved her hands higher, wearing a tentative expression. When she slid her hands over my shoulders and then behind my neck, I closed my eyes for a few seconds. I’d never had a moment like this, where I felt desperate for something as simple as a touch.
“I’m sorry you’re getting dropped into this so fast,” I said. “With my family. We haven’t even gone on our second date yet.”
“This kind of counts as a date, right?”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “We’ll make it into a better date later. We can watch a movie down here or something.”
“It’s been a good date.”
I put my hands back on her hips, reconsidering my suggestion that we stop getting worked up.
“Thanks for helping with the kids,” I said, kissing her lips softly.
“I was glad to.”
“I think I’m gonna have to fight Chloe for your attention tonight.”
On cue, the sounds of the kids’ feet on the stairway sounded, and Samara jumped back from me. I grinned at the sight of her pink cheeks. Damn, was she sweet. I wanted to skip dinner and lock the two of us in my room for the evening.
“Uncle Orion!” Drew called as he burst into the room. “Will you play catch with me?”
Chloe went right for Samara, taking her hand. “We can go play in the playroom,” she said, leaving no room for doubt.
“Guys, sit down on the bed,” I said. They both climbed up and looked at me expectantly.
“Do you know why Samara came to the pool with us today, and why she’s here now?”
There was silence as they both stared at me.
“Because I like her.”
Drew wrinkled his face. “Ew. Is she your girlfriend?”
Dammit. This conversation was getting tricky fast. “Those are the kinds of feelings I have for her, yeah. I want to hang out with her.”
“And kiss
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