25. Kenna

25

KENNA

"Sometimes the best decision is doin' the wrong thing." ~ Archie "Witty" Whitlock

I had just slid my shoes off when Winnie barked at the door a second before there was a knock. Not just any knock. Sam's knock.

I'd wanted to text him earlier to see how Witty was doing after I found out that he'd gotten dizzy on the dance floor and had to leave, but I didn't. I skipped the middleman, went straight to the source, and texted Witty instead. He replied back that he was good as gold and not to worry about him.

The reason I hadn't texted Sam was because I didn't want him to think that I was using Witty's health as an excuse to reach out to him after last night. It sounded insane to even think that was a possibility of where his head would go since we texted and called each other all the time, but that had been my fear.

Even before the party, all day, I'd wanted to reach out to him. I kept picking up my phone to text him, but the same thing that stopped me from messaging him about Witty kept me from asking how he was. But none of that mattered because he was here now.

I tried to calm the nerves that were tap-dancing across my chest and in my belly as I took a deep breath and opened the door.

"Hey." I stepped back as Sam walked inside and greeted Winnie, who always demanded his attention first.

When he finished saying hi to her, he stood. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss him right now. How much I wanted him to pull me into his arms. How insanely hot he looked tonight in his dress shirt and slacks at my parents' party, and how equally sexy he looked in the sweats and t-shirt he was rocking now.

I was scared one of those thoughts would come out, so I closed my mouth before I embarrassed myself. Instead of talking, I turned and walked to the back to let Winnie out.

"Did your parents have a good time?" he asked as he followed behind me.

"Yeah, I think so. My dad commented that there was too much country music, but my mom seemed happy, and you know that's all he really cares about."

After Winnie trotted out to the grass, I shut the back door. I turned around and saw Sam behind me. Right behind me. Like only an inch away from me.

His expression was hard to read. He looked sad and maybe a little tired. But there was something else. A spark of desire that I recognized from the night before. Seeing that glimmer of passion in his stare only intensified the arousal that was coursing through my veins.

"What about you and Jonah? Did you guys have a good time?"

"Yeah." I dipped my head and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, then moved around him to the kitchen to get a glass of water. I needed to do something, anything, to distract myself, so I didn't throw myself at him or beg him for an encore of last night.

"Do you think you're going to see each other again?"

"No." I grabbed a glass from the cabinet. I would offer him a drink, too, but he wasn't really like a guest at my house. He helped himself to everything he wanted. And right now, I really wished I was on that list.

"You sound sure," Sam commented as I filled my water then turned back so I was facing him.

"We're just friends." I took a sip of my water, and then set the glass down. "There's no…spark."

"What about us? Do you think we have a spark?"

"Last night, it felt like we did," I answered as honestly as I could without outing my feelings for him.

"Yeah. It did." His voice deepened as he took a step towards me. "Speaking of last night, are you sore?"

The only thing I could hear in my head was my heart pounding in my chest. I knew what Sam was really asking me. Was I too sore to have sex again? I could see the look in his eye. There was nothing, and I mean no-thing , I wanted more than to have sex with Sam again, but something was stopping me.

If I gave into the temptation, what about afterward?

As of right now, I could tell myself that last night was a means to an end. I'd needed to lose my virginity, and Sam had helped me out. But if I told myself that, I'd be lying. I loved Sam. I was in love with Sam. But he didn't feel the same. I didn't know what this was for him, but it wasn't love.

All night at my parents' party, all I could think about was Sam and how much I wanted to be with him. If we did this again, what would happen next week or next month when he inevitably moved on and I'd have to see him with another woman?

Even before we'd been intimate, it had killed a tiny piece of me every time I saw him flirt, kiss, and hug whatever blonde, brunette, or, worst of all, redhead (because, hello, I should be the only redhead in his life) was on his arm. Now…now it might kill all of me.

"Are you sore?" he asked again.

I swallowed over the lump of lust in my throat. "A little."

My answer was honest, but didn't completely shut down what I was pretty sure he was suggesting.

With a predatory glimmer in his stare, he took yet another step towards me. Like an animal being stalked as prey, I retreated until my lower back hit the island countertop. I hadn't meant to. It was just instinct.

His hands rested on the butcher block on either side of my hips, and he leaned forward, his lips brushed against my ear as he asked, "Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?"

A shiver ran down my spine, but I couldn't help but grin as I rolled my eyes. "Does that line ever actually work?"

Who was I kidding? Of course, it did. It was working for me now.

He straightened, and I watched the corner of his lips curl in an amused grin. "On me? No, not lately."

I chuckled, thinking he was joking. But when he didn't smile, I wondered if he was. "Wait. Have women actually been saying that to you?"

It would make sense, I guess. He had just had surgery.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed me a text. I saw that it was from tonight. He could have been with Jana, whoever that was.

"Why didn't you text her back?" I asked, unsure if I really wanted to hear the answer.

The thing about Sam was that he never lied to me, which is why I knew much more about his personal life than I actually wanted to.

"Because the only person I want to be with is you ."

Fuck . That didn't make my decision any easier. This wasn't just because he wanted to have sex with anyone. He had other options. He wanted to be with me . He was just a boy, standing in front of a very horny girl, asking her if she wanted him to kiss and make it better. It wasn't exactly Julia Roberts in Notting Hill , but it was still something.

Who was I kidding? I'd never be able to resist Sam.

"Yes," I whispered.

His brow furrowed. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want you to kiss it and make it better."

Before I knew what was happening, my feet were off the floor, and he set me on my kitchen island.

"What are you doing?" I gasped as I held onto his shoulders. "You could hurt yourself!"

"Lay back," he gritted out, ignoring my protest completely.

The predatory look in his eyes had my entire body flushing. I did as he asked and reclined, resting on my forearms, as I watched his hands move to my knees. He pushed my legs apart as he ran his fingers up my bare thighs. The material of my dress bunched up around my waist.

" This is all I've been thinking about all day," he rasped as his fingers brushed along the silky material of my damp panties.

"You've been thinking about my underwear," I teased, knowing that wasn't what he meant but wanting to break some of the tension. If I didn't, I was going to come before we even got to the good part.

A wolfish grin tilted on his perfect mouth as he moved his fingers to the waistband of my underwear and then tugged them down and off in one forceful motion. As they dropped to the floor, I was glad that Winnie was still outside. If she were in here, she'd probably think my underwear was a treasure and bring them to me, asking for a treat.

Right now, I was very happy being Sam's treat. Once again, his fingers gripped my thighs, and he pushed them apart. This time, when he did, cold air hit my damp folds. I would never be able to be in my kitchen again without thinking of the time that Sam had me for dessert on the butcher block countertop.

He leaned down so his face was mere inches from my bare sex. " This is what I've been thinking about." He ran his finger up my bare sex, his eyes lifted to mine, before asking, "Do you have any regrets about last night?"

I did, but right now, for the life of me I couldn't remember what they were, so I shook my head no.

"I only have one regret." My heart began to sink, but it didn't go far because my body was too busy being turned on by the fact that I could feel Sam's breath fan against my wet folds. "Do you want to know what my regret was?"

I nodded, loving the tension that was being built by the foreplay. Last night, I'd been so overwhelmed by what was happening, and it all sort of crashed over me. Tonight, I was loving the anticipation of what was to come, which was me, hopefully.

"My only regret is that I didn't taste you," he confessed before covering my sex with an open-mouthed kiss.

As good as his finger felt, I had to admit, his tongue felt better. His lips suckled my folds as his tongue ran up and down my opening before he concentrated his attention on my clit. Just two flicks of the tip of his tongue were all it took for my entire world to shatter into pieces.

Pleasure rolled through me, ebbing and flowing as he continued his mouth's attention on my most intimate place. Just when I thought my release was over, he pressed his finger inside of me. The tip hit the spot he had when he'd done the Spiderman, and my orgasm picked up speed again.

His tongue, finger, and lips drew my climax out until I finally collapsed, my arms lying flat by my side as I basked in the afterglow of the hottest, sexiest orgasm of my life.

My eyes dropped to the top of his head as he pressed soft kisses against my most intimate folds as I caught my breath. His mouth was teasing me, stirring my body back to life. He licked up and down my sex but was careful not to touch my most sensitive nub. I knew he was avoiding that spot intentionally because his tongue made circles around it.

I don't know how long I lay there with him feeding off my sweetness, whispering erotic sentiments about how good I tasted, but soon, I felt a swirl of pressure begin to build once again low in my belly.

As much as I enjoyed submitting to Sam completely and letting him take the reins, I suddenly remembered what I had regretted about last night. Determination and boldness swept over me as he continued his featherlight kisses. It would have been easy to get distracted by what he was doing, but there was no way I was going to let this opportunity pass me by without rectifying that regret.