ANOnce again took a bit longer than I'd hoped, but still... I noticed on my previous chapter an unnecessarily large amount of typos. Should know better than to type this stuff up on my phone at butt in the morning... I'll do my best not to do that again. As always thank you to those who have so faithfully followed my little story. It is overwhelmingly flattering. Please keep the reviews coming. Let me know what you liked or didn't like. It all helps. AN
"Look who's upright."
Sam tilted her head back, arching her spine to search out the source of the new voice. She had just caught sight of a mop of shaggy dark brown hair when the slice of pizza that was still in her mouth flopped over her face. She squeaked in surprise, yanking the pizza from her face. Sam sat upright and peeled a pepperoni off of her nose, in an effort to destroy physical evidence of her humiliation. To her left, Murphy sat with slightly hunched, shaking shoulders. His left arm lay flat on the table, parallel to his body. His right elbow rested on the prone hand, half covering the tattoo on his index finger.
Plucking the cigarette from the corner of his smirking mouth, Murphy pointed its ash laden tip at her and chuckled, "Graceful." She flipped him off as she blindly checked for more pizza residue on her face.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sam noticed Connor reach for her. Her lungs seized behind her ribs as he closed the space between his delightfully rough fingers and her rapidly blushing face. He lightly braced his knuckles against her right cheek, and wiped his thumb just under her eye. A shiver rolled through her body as his hand lingered, as though a million sparks had flown from his fingers into her skin, and tingled at key points throughout her person. Points that he had touched before, and were now aching from the memory. She almost whimpered when Connor broke the contact, pulling his hand from her cheek. He winked at her as he licked pizza sauce from his thumb. Sam narrowed her eyes as she bit angrily into her pizza.
"Am I missing something here?" Rocco asked curiously. He trotted to the table and sat in thwarting last free chair directly across from Sam.
"Not at all," Murphy murmured around the cigarette clamped between his lips. "Have a beer."
Sam snorted her aggravation. Pizza in hand, she stood up from the table and walked over to the couch. Her little bag of pills lay discarded between the cushions. She snatched up the bag and plucked the folded up instructions from inside the bag. Nose planted firmly in the papers, Sam very thoroughly ignored the three at the table.
Yada. Yada. Yada. Three times a day as needed for pain. Yada. Yada. With meals. Bla. Bla. Do not consume with alcohol.
"Yer in fuckin' trouble thar, Conn."
"Shut it, Murph."
Their voices glided over the papers. Sam's eyes narrowed behind the thin barricade. She tipped the bag upside down letting the little plastic bottle tumble out onto her lap. Her fingers wrapped around the bottle twisting it back and forth under her scrupulous stare. She wasn't really ticked at Connor, more stink-eye inclined. Speaking of which, Sam pulled papers enough to give Connor a squinty eye that Popeye'd be proud of.
"What?" Connor's look of genuine confusion was too endearing. In the span of a spoken word, his handsome features softened into a sweet boyish charm. She shifted the papers sharply back in front of her face and smothered her mirth. Damn it was hard to be mad at him. Instead she drew some resolve from her frustration at his irresistible Irish countenance.
Sam popped one of the pills in her mouth and dry swallowed the sucker down. Well two could play at that game. Chasing the pill with the remaining pizza to cover up the bitter chalky flavor, she pulled herself from the couch.
"Whar d'ya think yer goin?"
She fixed another squinty eyed glare at Connor. Her tounge flicked behind her teeth in anticipation of an immature show of defiance. Instead she kept clamped her teeth shut. It was best not to give him a reason to smile at her. Either one of their smiles turned off all logic in her head, and sent her common sense on strike with little picket signs complaining of the overwhelming sexyness. Even now their mere combined piercing stares left her a bit breathless.
"I'm taking a breather," she answered more sharply than she had intended.
"Rocco can keep you company, right?"
Rocco nodded slowly. "Yeah, sure."
Over his shoulder, Sam watched Murphy drown hiatus chuckles in his beer. Her chest puffed out and stink-eye in full force, she dropped the bottle and papers back on the couch before heading out of the door. Sam paused in the hall, and leaned against the wall near the door. Sure enough after a minute, Connor hurrying out of the loft. Just as the door closed behind home, she reached out and grabbed him by the collar. He jerked in surprise as ahead pulled him close, toe to toe. A crooked grin settled on his face, as he braced his hands against the wall on either side of her head.
"Was thar a plan to this, lass?" he asked softly, rubbing his nose over hers.
"Oh, aye," Sam murmured back, her smile equally devious. Her hands snaked up his back, feeling the contours of his muscles on the way. They found their destination, his hair. She used her grip to pull his lips down to meet hers.
Oh modesty, you went on vacation again didn't you?
Though she only pulled their faces together, Connor was quick to finish the job, pushing his body flush against her own. His knee nudged her thighs apart, as he pressed his hips firmly into hers. A rather noticeable bulge rubbed rhythmically into her pelvis, drawing her breathes out in rapid puts through her nose. She turned herself over to the sensation of his body rocking into hers. In the false dark behind her closed eyelids, Sam thrilled at the feel of his kisses. His soft lips gently coaxing hers apart so that he could stroke the inside of her mouth. Not to be outdone, Sam slid her tongue along his. Her left leg hooked hip, exposing more of her heated core to his touch. A pleased growl rumbled in his chest. Light mists of sweat broke out along her skin, while he pumped his hips into her.
"Stop," she whispered into his mouth as her head began to swim. A light moan was her only response as he continued to stroke her with his erection. She placed her hand against his chest and pulled her lips away.
"Oh sweetheart," he groaned into her neck. "Ya can't just fire me up like that and turn me away." Sam giggled into his ear.
"Sure I can," she laughed, before slumping in his arms.