Strictly Seduction: Watch Me. Lisa Renee Jones

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      “Okay I do. I miss arguing with you.”

      “We’ll have plenty of opportunity when we both move in here.”

      “So what’s the scoop? Can we be in this place tomorrow?”

      “Looks like. I just want to walk you through the camera setups.” He started to get up.

      “Sam.” She spoke softly, his name packed with so much emotion that it might as well have been a shout.

      “Yeah, sweetheart?”

      “I miss you.”

      “You made this decision.”

      “I really was just trying to protect you.”

      “I don’t need to be protected.”

      “You’re sure about that? Because I’m not.”

      “Completely.”

      “But—”

      “No buts about it.”

      “Then…about that kiss I said no to …” She crawled toward him and pressed her mouth to his.

      SAM WASN’T SURE WHAT screamed louder—his desire for this woman, or the warning to stay away from her. His hand slid to the side of her face, his lips brushing hers. He told himself to tread cautiously, that he was getting emotionally attached to Meagan, and while he had no doubt she was truly into him, he wasn’t sure, that emotion had anything to do with him, no matter how much he wanted to be, that he wasn’t simply her escape. Whatever she’d been feeling in the hallway of that club a week before, she was feeling now, too.

      But things had changed for him—or at least had become more clear. He liked Meagan. He liked her a lot. And even though Sam was on unfamiliar ground, he wasn’t one to run from whatever came his way. He damn sure wasn’t about to start with Meagan. He had every intention of finding out what was between them, beyond one heck of a lot of smoking-hot attraction.

      She pulled back slightly, her breath warm, her mouth still deliciously near and tempting. He knew in his gut that no matter how much he wanted her naked and in his arms, she was hiding—from her true self and from him. He wasn’t going to let her do that.

      “Why tonight, Meagan?” he asked. “Why tonight and not last night? Or the night before?”

      A door slammed. That they’d been alone this long was a miracle. Now there was no time to talk to Meagan, and make his position clear, though he fully intended to. Just like he didn’t run from things, he didn’t play games, or talk in circles.

      “Let’s check out the property,” he said, before they were interrupted. He quickly brushed his mouth over hers, silently reassuring her that he welcomed their intimacy. He then pushed to his feet and pulled her with him.

      “Sam—” she started, looking surprisingly vulnerable, an emotion he hadn’t often seen in her.

      Josh entered the room. “We’re fine in…Oh, hey, Meagan. I bet you’re glad to finally be moving in.”

      “Very,” she agreed and exchanged some small talk with him, before Sam had Josh finish up under the cabinet.

      A few minutes later, they’d reviewed the in-house cameras, and were standing on the porch. “If we walk up the beach, I can show you where we set up cameras.”

      “There are cameras on the actual beach?”

      “That’s right,” he said. “It allows us to ensure we don’t have any trespassers, and it gives you some extra unscripted footage to weed through.”

      “That’s more than I could have asked for,” she said. “I know this must be a huge change from the army for you, Sam, but if it’s any consolation, you’re good at what you do.”

      “I aim to please,” he said, leaning on the railing. “I’m focused on the future, not the past. I’m simply not one to linger on what I’ve lost.”

      “But an injury took your career,” she said. “Doesn’t that ever make you angry?”

      “Sure. I was angry when it happened. I was angry as hell. But it happened, and I can’t change history. You climb inside yourself, duke it out, and move on. And is this where I think I’ll end up? Only if I decide I have real value, if I feel I’m contributing. And right now, I’m pretty okay with just helping you succeed.”

      Surprise overtook her expression. “Sam.”

      “This matters to you on some deep level that I know I don’t understand. But I want to. And things that matter to people the way this matters to you, matters to me.” He realized something that had been in the back of his mind for a while. “What are you having trouble letting go of, Meagan?”

      She inhaled sharply. “Why would you ask me that?”

      “Because I can sense there’s something you cling to, something that you carry around like a concrete block,” he said. “And because I want to know what makes you tick.”

      He half expected her to withdraw, but she didn’t. Instead, still facing him, she pressed her palm against the railing he was leaning on. “This first season is like standing on a rug, certain it’s going to be yanked out from underneath you. For me, I feel like this is it. If this show doesn’t make it, I need to reevaluate and figure out where I fit, if I fit, in this industry.” She paused. “Did you say let’s walk? I think walking would be good right now.”

      They headed down the beach. Dim lights illuminated their path, as they strolled in silence laden with unspoken questions and untouched passion.

      “You asked why I kissed you tonight,” Meagan blurted, turning to him.

      “Tell me,” he encouraged, not surprised by her directness, or how much it appealed to him.

      “I like you, Sam Kellar.”

      She couldn’t have said anything more perfect. It was exactly what he’d been thinking in the kitchen. “I like you, too, Meagan Tippan.” He stepped close to her, wrapping her in his arms. “So where does that leave us?”

      The lights around them flickered, and someone shouted, with footsteps running along the beach. “Apparently,” she said, “with nowhere to hide.”

      Good, he thought. Because he wasn’t going to let her hide. She’d opened the door to let him inside her life, and he was coming in, armed and ready to get to know every intimate detail.

      “Let me finish up here, and then we’ll…talk.”

      She smiled, mischief in her eyes. “Good. I’m up for a good argument.”

      “Me, too,” he assured her. “That is, as long as we get to kiss and make up.”

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