Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [40]
He inhaled a deep breath. He had to be rational now. The novelty of having made out in the car was messing with him, filling his head with foolish thoughts and making him think things he had no business thinking. Whatever had possessed him to make out with her in a parked car was beyond him, but he knew he would do it again if the opportunity presented itself.
His gaze focused on Sam. She had gone back inside to get her briefcase, and was putting it in the backseat. When she leaned over, her skirt inched up and he got a glimpse of those same thighs that he’d been between last night. As he stared some more, he saw her lean over so far that he caught sight of her shapely backside, as well as a glimpse of her panties.
He wiped his hand across his forehead, feeling the heat. Going to bed with an erection larger than Texas would probably do that to you. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in such a state.
Blade wasn’t sure how long he stood there gazing down at her, and was surprised she hadn’t seemed to realize she was being watched. Maybe she had and was deliberately ignoring him.
Had she deliberately flashed him?
She finally got into her car and drove off, and he stood there until she was no longer in sight. It was only then that he moved away from the window to go back to bed, with a hard-on that was practically killing him. He wouldn’t be totally satisfied until the day Sam was in this bed with him.
Sam’s mouth thinned as she kept on driving. She had been very much aware that Blade had been standing at his bedroom window watching her, but she had refused to turn around and give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his presence.
But what she had done, and what she would continue to do every chance she got, was to give him an eyeful of what he would not be getting. That was the reason she had opened the back door to place her briefcase on the seat, leaning over more than she’d needed to.
A smile touched her lips. He thought living next door to her would put him in heaven, but she intended to make it a living hell. And when he finally came over to her house, panting like a dog that needed to get laid, she would tell him just what she thought of him, and let him know he was the last man she wanted to sleep with.
Her cell phone rang when she got to the traffic light. She clicked it on without checking the caller ID. “Yes?”
“I thought I’d call to let you know our parents aren’t too happy with you right now.”
Sam rolled her eyes at her brother’s warning. “What did I do now, Angelo?”
“You didn’t make any headway with Cash. They like him.”
Sam rolled her eyes. “They liked Guy, as well. Big deal.”
Angelo chuckled. “Yeah, well, this one has political aspirations.”
“So did Guy. And Cash didn’t rack up any points with me.”
“Tell that to the folks. By the way, what’s up with FDR? He’s been acting rather strange lately. Taking trips out of town on weekends and being evasive about where he’s going.”
Sam put on her turn signal as she exited the highway. Remembering her brother’s suspicions that FDR was seeing someone and trying to keep it a secret, she figured whoever it was probably lived in another city. “FDR’s a big boy and can take care of himself. He probably feels he has a lot on his plate, trying hard to make partner. He won’t be a shoo-in like someone I know.”
“Hey, I work hard. I’m good at what I do.”
“Whatever.” She switched to another radio station. She knew Angelo was right. He was a good attorney and a hard worker. And like her cousins, the other Di Meglios working at the firm, they were earning their way up the ladder and not living on easy street. Her father and uncles made sure of it.
“Okay, I’ll give you that. You are a hard worker. The only thing you’re lax about is making a move on a certain woman,” she said smartly.
“What are you talking about, Sam?”
“Mmm, I’ll let your figure it out. Goodbye, Angelo.”
She clicked off the phone, wondering when her brother would finally acknowledge that he had a thing for Peyton.
Blade cradled the phone between his shoulder