Chandler
CHANDLER
S am’s been quiet after dinner, and I have a feeling it has something to do with me mentioning buying the house. We’re sitting on the couch, on our phones, in silence. I wish we had a TV or a radio, or at this point, a police scanner would do the trick to drown out the silence. There’s not much crime in this town, though. I’m sure that the most interesting thing we’d hear would be someone not turning their blinker on when they’re turning left. I’m sure the Sheriff is bored, or maybe he likes that nothing goes on in this town. I glance at Sam. I had no clue she wanted a more slow-paced life. I guess it makes sense, though, kind of. I can only imagine the kind of stress moving around can have on a kid. She seems to like it here, in this town, and having her here, in my childhood home, around my family, is something I haven’t done with any other woman. It’s not like I could bring a casual date back to my hometown. If I really think about it, Sam is the longest relationship I’ve ever had with a woman, even if it’s just the professional kind. But I know her, at least I know what makes her mad, and now I'm finding out what turns her on. 7 months without sex? No wonder why she seems uptight. Things are different between us after last night. I know she feels it, too. She’s still on her phone, lying on her back at the other end of the couch, her bottom lip between her teeth. I want to lean over and kiss her. I want to tug her bottom lip between my teeth, to hear her gasp and moan for me again like she did when I made her come with my fingers. It’s all I can think about right now. I want to see her shiny and tired with sweat from coming so hard for me. My cock is getting hard just thinking about it.
“It’s hot in here," I say.
“Yep," she says.
“It sucks.”
“Sure does.”
“What should we do about it?” She looks up from her phone at me, and her eyes are full of heat and want, but then she looks back at her phone without saying anything.
“Sam?” My voice is quiet, soft, and gentle. She looks back up from her phone, looking irritated. “Are you hot?”
“Yes, it’s a muggy sweat box in here.”
I smirk at her, looking at her up and down. Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head. “No! Nope! Absolutely not!”
“What?” I ask innocently.
“You were eye fucking me again’ she says accusingly.
“Did you feel it from over there?” She doesn’t laugh at my joke, but her cheeks go red.
“I’m pretty sure I have a sixth sense when it comes to knowing what you’re thinking.”
“Oh, yeah?” I raise an eyebrow. “What am I thinking now?”
Her smile is playful, her eyes shining. “You’re probably thinking about your car that you have such a hard-on for.”
I shake my head. “Nah, uh. Try again.”
“Working out?”
“Nope, one more time," I say .
“I give up," she says, shrugging.
“I didn’t take you for a quitter," I say teasingly.
“What are you thinking about, then?”
I lean toward her quickly, and she looks surprised. Her knees are bent, placed on either side of my hips while I hover over her. I look into her eyes, both surprised and curious, and move a piece of her chestnut hair from her face. “This.”
I kiss her, and she’s shocked for a moment, but then she melts into me. She places her hands on my shoulders, pulling me closer. When we pull away, she’s breathing heavily, and I can feel the beat of her heart drumming against my own racing heart.
Breathless, she says, "That was going to be my next guess.”
I smile and kiss her again, this time more eager, more passionate. She gasps when I bite her lip gently and moans when I slip my tongue into her mouth. Every time I kiss her, my mind spins like a fucking windmill. As many times as I fantasized about kissing Sam, I completely underplayed how fucking good it actually is. I press myself against her, and she moans deliciously into my mouth. We pull away, and we’re both breathless. God, she's beautiful, her bright green eyes looking at me through her lashes, the look of lust in her eyes.
I am such a fucking mess when it comes to her.