Heaven and Hell (Heaven and Hell #1)(43)

Okay, now, seriously.

Did the man miss nothing?

I glared.

Sam waited.

I kept glaring.

“Baby,” he growled.

I threw up my hands and cried, “What do you want me to say, Sam? Look at her.” I threw an arm out in the direction where Luci disappeared then swung it out again and went on, “And this place. And her cars.” Then I flicked a hand out to him. “And you. You’re hot, you’re famous, you’re rich and, if that wasn’t enough, you kiss really freaking well. I mean, God granted you more talents than just playing football and being an excellent commando, Sam, trust me. Clearly, He does not have an even hand. And I’m, well…” I threw up my hands again and said kind of loudly, “Me. So, okay, I got a little weirded out by you guys looking at my possible new pad because it isn’t Malibu or Lake Como or whatever. Put yourself in my shoes. How would you feel if you were me?”

I barely finished with the word “me” before I found myself not standing three feet from Sam but instead plastered against his body, one of his arms tight around me, the other hand in my hair cupping the back of my head and his face an inch from mine.

I had not recovered from this maneuver, like, at all, before Sam asked, using his sexy, rough-like-velvet voice, “God granted me more talents than playin’ football and bein’ an excellent commando?”

Oh man. I totally needed to learn when to shut up.

“Sam –” I whispered and he grinned and he did that in a sexy way too so I (way too late) shut up, my mind took that opportunity to remind me what his mouth tasted like, and his skin, and I shivered.

His grin got bigger and sexier.

Then his eyes heated, his eyelids lowered a sexy centimeter and he muttered, “Fuck.”

“What?” I pushed out on a breath.

“You wearin’ anything under this?”

Uh-oh.

“Uh…” I mumbled but that too was breathy.

Sam was clearly feeling impatient with the flow of information so his hand went on a voyage of discovery and trailed light as a whisper over my behind.

Even light, that felt so good, I sucked in breath, shivered again and my knees got week.

“Fuck,” he repeated on a mutter when his voyage of discovery gave him confirmation on the intel he’d assumed and now his voice was heated which meant I heated, like, all over.

Oh man.

“How bad you wanna take this boat trip, honey?” he asked, his voice now low as well as sexy and rough.

“What boat trip?” I asked back, my voice was still breathy.

Sam grinned again.

I blinked. Then it came back to me.

“Uh, Sam, I’m only here three more days and I’ve got to fit Celeste and Thomas in there and Luci is going to take me to buy a robe like this and, uh…” You! “Anyway, I might never get back here so I should pack everything in that I can so I kind of want to take this boat trip, like, bad.”

Something changed in his eyes, flickering then fading away, taking the heat with them but not the warmth before he whispered, “Right.” Then his hand still resting light on my ass glided back up, his arm wrapped tight around my waist and he continued, “Then go get dressed, the sooner I give you your boat trip, the sooner I can bring you back, feed you and then have you all for me.”

Oh man.

I was rethinking how bad I wanted the boat trip.

But I whispered, “Okay.”

He gave me a squeeze as his head dropped and he also gave me a mouth touch.

Then he let me go.

Then I concentrated on walking away without him cottoning on my legs were still trembling and not holding out much hope at succeeding.

But when I turned to go into one of the many double doors that opened onto the terrace, I looked back at Sam and stopped, most of my body inside the house but my head leaned back and turned his way.

He was standing but he’d shoved back the screen of the laptop, his chin was dipped and he was studying it. Then his hand came up, grabbed the top and shut it with a firm snap. Then his eyes went to the lake and his profile, I noted, looked preoccupied.

With what, I didn’t know.

How important it was, I also didn’t know him enough to know for sure.

But it looked pretty important.

And I didn’t know what to make of that since before he got that look, he was looking at my possible future home.

And that freaked me out.

But if I was ever going to get my boat trip, I couldn’t waste time on freaking out.

I had to get ready.

So I left Sam to his thoughts and did just that.

The problem was, once I got upstairs, I had to come right back down because my stuff wasn’t there so I had to ask Sam where it was.

And Sam, being Sam, meant he didn’t tell me.

No, he got up from his chair, went to the overnight case of mine he commandeered to bring my stuff to me and carried it up for me himself.

After he left, when I tested it by lifting it, it weighed approximately five pounds. Still, he didn’t let me carry it up a single flight of steps.

Okay, yes, damn.

Seriously, I liked Sam Cooper.

I knew Sampson Cooper was awesome but Sam Cooper was turning out to be a whole lot better.

Chapter Seven

That’s All You’ll Get from Me

I was sitting back, sipping my wine and thinking I’d never had a better day, not in my life.