Sex, Lust & Martinis by Michelle Miles

Author:Michelle Miles [Miles, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

As Marion and Graeme took a seat, Delilah knew she couldn’t stay there with the three of them and pretend everything was cool. It was too awkward and she was too aroused. She shot to her feet, smoothed her palms down her skirt.

“I just remembered I have an early morning appointment,” she said.

“But—”

“Sam, could you take me home?” Delilah barreled over Marion and pinned him with her desperate gaze.

He got to his feet. “Sure.”

“You didn’t drive yourself?” Marion didn’t hide the surprise in her voice. She knew all too well about Delilah’s dating rules.

“No.” She flashed her friend a smile as she hooked her arm in Sam’s. “Sorry to run out on you two but I really have to go.”

She practically dragged Sam away before either of them could say farewell. Sam didn’t say a word as they headed out of the coffee house. Her shoes clicked in rapid fire pace as they headed for his car.

“You want to tell me what that was about?” He sounded a little breathless with their hurried gait.

But Delilah didn’t want to let up in case Marion decided to come after them. “That what?”

“Delilah.” He halted, grabbed her by the hand and turned her to face him. “You don’t want Marion to know about us.”

Her laugh sounded fake even to her ears. “Don’t be silly. I told Marion.”

“But she doesn’t approve, does she?” He took her shoulders, holding her steady.

“I don’t care what Marion thinks.”

“Yes, you do. She’s your best friend and has been for years. You two are joined at the hip. You tell each other everything.” He dropped his voice and gave her a piercing look. “Are you embarrassed to be with me?”

“God, no!” She pushed him away, took a step back. “It’s not that, Sam. It’s just that…Marion wouldn’t understand. She was trying to fix me up with some guy Graeme knows and she thinks I should be dating him.”

“Instead of me, you mean.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and turned away from her.

“Instead of anyone.” She moved to stand next to him. “He’s some rich art guy she thinks is perfect for me.”

He cut her a glance. “Is he?”

“Not in the least.”

Sam angled toward her. “Who is?”

“Sam…”

His hands slid around her waist. “Were you turned on in there?”

Delilah bit her lip and said a breathless, “Yes.” Even thinking about it now made her slick with wet heat. His fingers were hot on her waist, burning through her clothes and pressing into her skin. She wanted those fingers in her, on her. Those hands touching her, stroking her. Those lips kissing her, caressing her.

His gaze lowered to her lips. “Are you turned on now?”

What was he doing to her? But she couldn’t lie because she was and he knew she was. “Yes.”

“I knew you were.”

“How?”

“Your cheeks are pink. You always flush when you’re turned on. You always have.”

“I do not.”

“Yes, you do. It’s sexy as fucking hell, Delilah.”

When he said her name, her breath hitched and she tried to stifle the moan but couldn’t.

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