Brutally Beautiful(104)

My eyes blinked and it was March, two months since the accident. Two months since I had heard her voice; brushed my fingers along her smooth flesh or feasted my eyes on hers.

Two whole months.

Two whole months of therapy. I promised her therapy. Every f*cking single day. It was torture, but how could I say no and go back on my word. Samantha Matthews had given her life to me, so the least I could do was give her some psychoanalysis.

Deep psychoanalysis and nonstop writing for two months. Disgustingly enough, my first shower in a week was just taken and I think I lost at least twenty pounds.

My latest books both received awards; the two books about that waitress Lainey Neveah. The ceremony was a black tie affair tied in with a charity event for our sheriff’s department and local hospital. I donated all the sales of the second book about Lainey to the charity. It was somewhere in the millions.

I still counted the exits and people, my coping mechanism for being outside in the world, as I sat in my tuxedo on the head dais. I had reached number 211 when I noticed her. Number 212.

Petite and curvy, dressed exquisitely in a simple black dress that fell gently off her shoulders to show the swell of her flawless ivory skin. Ginger colored hair pinned up in an elegant French twist, with one curled wisp that fell along the side of her face and down her slender neck.

The deputy sauntered over to where I was standing, the beauty gliding like an apparition next to him, and I could look nowhere else. My obsession began to hum and hiss inside my heart, cracking and snapping off the thick sheets of ice.

“Kade Grayson, I’d like you to meet Samantha Tucseedo. She’s a great fan of your work. She’s the new doc at the family clinic.”

She took my breath away. Big, beautiful sage eyes and lips that I instantly wanted to sink into.

“Hello, Mr. Grayson. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said. A slow sexy smile and a strong smooth handshake were offered to me. I took both greedily, holding onto her hand a bit too long. In fact, I didn’t let it go.

The band had struck up a soft ballad a few moments before and I leaned in holding my mouth to her ear, “Dance with me.”

Her smile was earth shattering.

I pulled her to the dance floor and wrapped my arms around her more tightly than I should have. “You look so f*cking beautiful, Sam.”

“Take me somewhere, Kade.”

“You certainly are pushy for someone who has just met me. How do you know you can trust me?” I teased.

“I have scars on my heart from you, Kade Grayson.”

My gaze lingered on her skin and on how the soft lights cast themselves over the fullness of her breasts in the dress she wore. I trailed my fingertips along the ridge of her collarbone and spread them out across the swells of flesh, gently rubbing the hollow of her neck with the tip of one finger.

She was breathless when I wrapped my hands around her waist, pulled her across the dance floor and into one of the smaller back rooms. I lifted her up and sat her on the edge of a table, staring down at her. My hands slid up the skin of her thighs.

“Didn’t your parents ever teach you not to go anywhere with strangers?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned softly when my hands reached the heat of her inner thighs. “No, why, Mr. Grayson? What’s wrong with strangers?”

The blush that crept slowly over her cheeks had my cock instantly twitching and throbbing to be inside her. “Strangers are bad. Bad things could happen,” I whispered in her ear. “They could take advantage of you, tie you up, use you for…”

Her dress was pulled up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer with her legs, “That sounds promising…”