I shook my head and stood. "No. You're not going Dom on me right now, Sam. I've got shit to do and you've gotta go to work." Turning my back to him, I rinsed my cup and placed it on the dish drain while I continued speaking. "He wouldn't have made contact and if he did I would have…" I gasped as Sam spun me around and grabbed my upper arms with almost bruising force. "Sam!"
My heart was in my throat though I knew he would never do anything to hurt me.
"Show me." He growled and I couldn't help that my pussy responded to the timbre of his voice. The deep rumble vibrated through his chest and my eyes hooded as my panties flooded.
"Sh...show you what?" I stuttered in a whisper.
Leaning down so he was closer to my tiny height, Sam looked angry. His hands felt angry around my arms but I was reduced to a panting mess of a girl in his grip.
"Show me how you would have handled Paul if he'd fucking kissed you." He growled menacingly. I could see the jealousy in his eyes.
I hated that he was jealous of Paul's and my friendship. We weren't even the touchy feely kind of friends. We jested and joshed with each other and maybe even shoved each other around a bit but that was all. Neither of us held an attraction for the other. At least, I know I don't for Paul.
I tilted my head up to my man in challenge and he gripped my chin the way Paul had when Sam walked in yesterday evening. His fingers were even in the exact spot I could remember Paul's being and he pulled my face closer to his as he slowly brought his lips closer to mine. I had to keep in mind that he was pretending to be Paul right now and not my musky, woodsy smelling Sam. Not the gentle lover and kinky Dom. I was not Paul's. Not his submissive, not his girlfriend, not his fiance. I was his friend and that was it. Sam's scent clouded my judgement and my lips parted as my eyes hooded before I shook myself out of my haze.
My Sam filled haze.
Just before his lips could settle on mine, I bared my blunt teeth and as Sam tried to connect our mouths, I bit down roughly on his bottom lip.
Sam jerked back with a pained noise and let go of my arms quickly. One hand went to his mouth to cover what I knew was bloody because I could taste the copper on my tongue and the other hand held up a finger in my direction, pausing my steps toward him. I wanted to apologize for doing that but he'd asked what I would have done if Paul had actually kissed me.
I would have bitten him.
No one kisses me without my permission.
No one kisses me except for Sam.