For Sam: A new-girl small town cowboy romance

Chapter 30 Tommy

I’m standing in my room with Samantha Davies in my arms and she’s already nipping at my lips.

God, this is a dream come true.

Instead of tossing her onto my bed, which I’m not sure we’d leave, I walk her back against the door leading to the hallway. One of her ankles wraps around my leg, twisting us together like a pretzel. Her tongue tangles with mine and my jeans are painfully restrictive as she loops one finger under my belt to make my hips flush with hers. This moment is so many dreams coming true all wrapped into one as I memorize how she feels against me.

My hands have a mind of their own, exploring her sides and feeling the gentle curves of her hips, stopping before untucking her shirt. The V-neck might look plain on someone else, but on Sam, the cut seems to draw my eyes to her chest, her shoulders, and her stomach. It’s not tight or see-through, but it fits her perfectly and it’s soft as hell to touch, drawing my fingers back again and again.

She gives a little shiver when my hands shift up her ribcage and my thumbs trace underneath her breasts. Another rumble comes from my chest as I feel something thin and likely lacy through the shirt.

“Catch me,” she says breathlessly. Her hands lace behind my neck while mine scoop behind her as she takes a little hop, wrapping those jean-clad legs around me. I brace her in place between my chest and the door so my hands can explore these jeans while I breathe in her floral scent. My thumb finds the rip high on her thigh and it rubs her exposed skin before sliding underneath the fabric, tracing almost-lazy circles higher and higher. Fuck, I just want to stay right here until dinner, riding lessons be damned.

My pocket vibrates right as I start to kiss down her neck. A frustrated breath leaves me and I rest an arm against the door as Sam sighs.

“I think we need to shut our phones off the next time we’re alone.”

“Or just block Chuck’s number for a while,” I offer.

She giggles as my phone vibrates again. “You should check that, it could be important.”

Giving her a little space between me and the door, Sam slides down my body a few inches, which doesn’t help the state of my dick, until her feet hit the ground. There’s one more vibration as I pull my phone out of my pocket.

“Not Chuck,” I tell her. “But it’s Matt giving us a heads up that Chuck seems to have less restraint than usual.”

My mind tries to go through possibilities for what Chuck might say or do, but I take a deep breath. “Lovely.”

“Well, he already cat-called us outside, so it can’t get much worse than that, right?” Sam asks.

“Definitely not for you. He’ll lay off. But he might be extra-obnoxious with me and the rest of the guys. I promise he’s a good guy…he’s just a bit much at times. It’s just all aimed at me or my brothers.”

“I’ll take notes about how siblings behave, then.”

“Sometimes I forget you’re an only child.”

“How did you know that?” she asks, neither of us creating more space than I needed to get my phone.

“I listen.” My shrug causes the flannel shirt to fall down my arm. Grabbing it before it falls, I hold it up in front of Sam like she’s at a fitting. She’s going to be swimming in the fabric. “Perfect size.”

“Yes, it will be perfect for hiding the entire top half of me.” She takes it from me before I can grab it back in mock offense.

I should step back, but my feet seem unwilling to do so. So, instead, I stay rooted right here, watching Sam’s arms and shoulders disappear into the sleeves. Her fingers easily roll the sleeves up, exposing first her wrists and then a little of her forearm. My eyes linger on the way the front of the shirt is open and draped over her. The sudden lack of movement catches my attention and her fingers are mid-sleeve-roll.

Something about this has my senses in overdrive. Her floral scent seems stronger and I catch a little lilac in it. And now I can’t wait for the lilac bushes on the ranch to bloom.

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” Sam’s voice pulls me back into the present, my eyes finding hers immediately. Her brows are pinched and her mouth is in a tense line.

“What?” I ask, completely confused about what she’s referring to.

“The shirt, should I take it off?” Her hand is still on the sleeve.

I stare at her, dumbfounded and trying to catch up.

“I,” she hesitates. “I don’t have to wear it if it’s bothering you.”

That snaps me out of it. I was staring like a creep and she thought I didn’t like what I saw.

My expression softens and I cover her hand with both of mine, making one more fold in the sleeve.

“I’m sorry that you thought that.” My fingers make their way to hers, willing her to relax. “The truth is, I might ask you to wear one every damn day.”

A gorgeous blush fills her cheeks and she tips her face down. Drawing one hand up, her fingers still woven between mine, I place gentle pressure under her chin and lean down.

“No hiding,” I say, giving her a soft kiss. Her eyes are still closed when I pull back and she looks calm, like she’s not racing through lists and possibilities that I know run through her mind.

“It’s not my natural response, you know,” she says, her eyes on mine.

“Oh, I do.” She frees one hand and swats my chest as I chuckle. “But I also want you to understand that I want all of you. Not just what you let people see, but every little quirk and everything you consider to be a flaw. I want it all.”

“You might be asking for way more than you bargained for.” Her weight shifts from one foot to the next.

“You worried that I might scare easily, Samantha Davies?” I wrap my free hand around her waist and steady her against me.

“What makes you so confident that you’ll like everything about someone like me?” She says it lightly, but I don’t miss the ghost of a wince and the worry she can’t quite hide from her eyes.

“My last relationship ended about a year ago,” I say, my heart steady. “Things happened that really messed with me, but I also found a new outlook on dating. I’m not interested in something that’s not going to work and pretending that it might. What I want is someone whose good and bad can grow with mine. I’ve been paying attention for a while now and I’m not worried about a damn thing.”

She blinks rapidly. “Okay then.”

“Okay then.”