He narrowed his eyes. “Why would you be doing me a favor?”
I gestured to myself. “Hot mess express, Samuel Adams. You have no clue what you’re getting when it comes to me. You don’t even know me yet. You’ve literally seen me for all of a day and a half altogether. Tops. I’m broken, Sammy.” I paused. “Did you know that I could pass Tourette’s down to the baby?”
He stared. “I had a heart condition as a kid. Almost had to have open heart surgery to fix it.” He paused. “Luckily, the hole healed up on its own. But there was a time there that I couldn’t even run. Would you be upset if I passed that down to the baby?”
I was immediately shaking my head. “No way. That’s not something you can help.”
He raised his brow at me as if to say, ‘and how can you?’
I scrunched up my nose at him and groaned. “I’m just… I don’t see my worth, Sammy.”
And that wasn’t a lie.
I couldn’t see why anybody would want to be with me, Samuel Adams Spurlock included.
To be honest, Sammy was absolutely worse than anyone I’d ever dated before. Sammy was… he was the hero in my stories.
He was the guy that I would describe in the first couple of pages in my book. Tall, handsome, and alpha. A man that, no matter what you put against him, would always succeed. A man that, likely, could get all the girls in the universe.
Yet, Sammy was choosing me?
That didn’t make any sense whatsoever.
“You’re worth it, Hastings,” he told me bluntly. “It’s only you that doesn’t see it.”
I opened my mouth to say something more but he caught my hand up and tugged me into the tiny bathroom.
“We should’ve taken a shower at my place,” he admitted. “You have a shower meant for an RV, not a house.”
“I have a tiny house,” I pointed out. “Technically, it really is considered one. It’s three hundred ninety-nine square feet.”
He shook his head as he opened the shower door that really was meant for just one and flipped on the spray.
Steam started to fill the air almost instantly.
“Let’s shower,” he ordered. “And it’s not like I have anything against you rubbing all up against me while we do. In fact, I’ve done nothing but fantasize about you since the moment I left your bed.”
A shiver of excitement trailed down my spine at the thought of being pressed up against him and rolled through me.
“I…” I turned quickly and winced, feeling the tug in my back. “I am down for that.”
He frowned. “Maybe not down for everything that I’d love to do to you, though.”
I smiled then. “Maybe not standing up in the shower, no.”
When he backed away and started to undo his pants, I knew that the next time I went and wrote, I’d be putting this exact scene into my book.
“What’s that look for?” he asked as he slowly kicked off his boots.
I bit my lip. “I’m not sure that I want to tell you.”
His eyes twinkled as he shoved his pants down to the ground.
Everything that was in his pockets clunked against the hardwood floor underneath our feet.
He kicked them off to the side where they hit once again with a thunk before saying, “Tell me.”
I gave him a slow once over.
“I was thinking about how sexy of a scene this would make,” I said softly. “The steam from the shower is heavy and hanging above our heads. The way you just unbuttoned your pants and allowed them to fall to the ground? Even sexier. Now you’re standing there in your boxer briefs. I can see the long column of your cock running down the right side of your thigh. I was thinking that it would make a really, really hot scene.”
My shrug made him smile.
“It’s about to get hotter,” he teased as he walked over to me and started to undress me.
I licked my lips as my shirt was taken off, followed shortly by my leggings moving down my legs.
His eyes stalled out when he caught the red lace panties that matched my red lace bra.
“I didn’t see something so sexy coming when you were wearing something so comfortable on the outside,” he murmured as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly dragged them down my legs.
I’d never been a very self-conscious person when it came to my body.
I’d always been more worried about what I said than what I looked like.
I knew that I had a great body. A body that most people would kill for.
But it’d never mattered to me. Just because I had a nice body, great looks, and a shapely ass didn’t make up for the fact that I couldn’t fucking be a normal person.
But with Sammy kneeling on the ground in front of me, his face hovering inches above my mound as he took me in from head to toe, I realized that with the right person, I never once thought about what I was saying or doing.