Wylde Fire by Sarah Robinson

Author:Sarah Robinson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Books by Sarah Robinson

Chapter Seventeen

"You do realize you can't just give people pets, right?" Holly asked the moment he opened his front door. She walked right in and made herself comfortable on his living room couch without even asking. Reaching in to her front pocket, she scooped out a little ball of fur. "Say hello to Steve."

"You named it Steve?" Sam's brows furrowed as he closed the front door behind her and walked over to the couch, a beer in one hand. Honestly, he hadn't thought the gift would be that big of a deal but from the look on her face, he was wondering if he'd made the right choice. "And why can't I? You don't like it?"

"I love it, but that's not the point. The point is that it's an insane gift."

Sam shrugged, confused by her entire entrance. "I think it's well established that we're insane people."

He knew he had a point that she couldn't argue. They had agreed to get married after a few days of knowing each other—or at least really knowing each other—just so he could show up his family and she could commit insurance fraud. They weren't operating on an entirely sane level to begin with.

"Okay, fine. But no more pets without asking first."

He nodded, glad they'd been able to come to some sort of agreement. "Deal."

"Want to touch him?" she asked.

Sam reached out and petted the little guy on top of his head. "He's soft. Cute, little thing."

"Steve is handsome, thank you very much."

"Oh, excuse me," Sam said. "Handsome." He settled onto the couch next to her, wrapping an arm around her and leaning in to kiss her cheek.

Holly tucked Steve back in to his zippered pouch and placed him down on the table where he'd be safe. Turning toward Sam, she lifted a leg across his lap and straddled him. Chest to chest, she leaned in and grazed her lips across his.

"Mmm," Sam moaned, a stirring in his core at her proximity. "Holly, I want you."

"Oh, do you now?" she teased, even though he knew full well she wanted the same thing. "How badly do you want me?"

"I've never wanted anyone so much." He lifted her hips and positioned her over him. God, he loved the way she fit on him. "Holly, I l—"

Love? Had that word just crossed his mind?

Her face tinted crimson and she looked down, shying away from him. What was she hiding? Did she…did she think of words like love, too? Did she find herself thinking about him a little too long, a little too often, a little too deeply? Because Sam was beginning to wonder if maybe there was something not-so-fake about their fake engagement.

"Holly, do you…" Sam began, placing a hand on her knee and drawing a small circle against her skin. "Do you ever think about—"

"Sam—"

He ignored her warning tone. "Do you ever think about us as more? As something real?"

She looked toward the ceiling, her brows furrowed and her mouth in a tight line. "You can't just ask me that, Sam.

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