Free Heart's Surrender by Emma Weimann

inhaled. “I like how your hair smells.”
    For a moment they were quiet.
    “I love to be able to touch you,” Gillian murmured, breaking the silence.
    “I love to be touched by you and touching you.” Sam closed her eyes and enjoyed their connection. This date wasn’t half as bad as she feared.

    Sam stared at the sleek, black, sporty Mercedes. I bet those are leather seats. The woman definitely was classy. And rich. Not that there had ever been any doubt about it.
    “Thank you for the wonderful evening.” Gillian took the keys out of her pocket and opened the car’s door. “Let’s do it again.”
    Sam grasped her hand and gently kissed Gillian’s palm. “I’d love that. But the next time you’ll choose the location.”
    “Great. Yes.” Gillian scanned their surroundings before she stepped even closer, her body lightly pressing into Sam’s. “You know that I can’t let you go without a goodbye kiss.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yes. Let me thank you properly for a lovely evening.” There was that seductive purr that made Sam’s knees go all jelly.
    Gillian cupped her cheek and then soft lips brushed against Sam’s. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the kiss and in the feel that was equally soft, sweet, and hot.
    A moment later Sam broke the kiss as slowly as it had begun. With a last nip to Gillian’s lower lip, she let go. “You make it really hard not to do something inappropriate in a parking lot.”
    Gillian leaned her forehead against Sam’s and whispered, “Being grown-up as well as behaving responsibly is highly overrated.”
    “Yes, it sucks.” Chuckling, Sam stepped away and moved one of her fingers across the tempting lips of her lover. “You want me to take a cold shower tonight, right?”
    Gillian sighed. “Why should I be the only one being tortured?”
    “See you Wednesday?”
    “Yes.”
    “Nine p.m. at the apartment?”
    Gillian slipped into the driver’s seat. “Yes. But I have only two hours.”
    “We can work with that.” Sam gently closed the door, her eyes never leaving Gillian’s until the light inside the car went out.
    Shortly after, Sam watched Gillian drive away. Wednesday couldn’t come soon enough for her.

CHAPTER 9
    “Hey, Chloe,” Sam shouted down the hall. “I’m ready. Come on.” Without waiting for a reply she entered the pink nightmare, otherwise known as her niece’s bedroom. Nothing much had changed since Sam last set foot inside this room to assemble the new wardrobe several weeks ago. Setting down the hammer and nails next to a pile of books on the desk, her eyes were drawn to a poster that she hadn’t seen before. Justin Bieber’s face grinned down at her. Sam shivered. Oh shit. I hope this is just a very short phase in her life. Sighing, she sat down on the bed that looked as if a tornado had hit it. The room gave her a headache. How could a niece of hers love so much pink and girly stuff? “Chloe. I need instructions. Hurry up.”
    Chloe whirled into the room, all smiles and energy, her blonde hair held back in a ponytail. “Cool. I want it there.” She pointed at the wall above her dresser.
    Two minutes later the framed picture of Chloe’s cheerleading group hung exactly where she had wanted it. Sam grinned down at her niece. “All right?”
    “Yes. Thanks, Sam.” Chloe leaned into her aunt’s body. “The frame is beautiful.”
    Sam forced a smile on her face. Little did Chloe know how Sam had abhorred spraying the gorgeous wooden frame in the pinkish color. “Good. Glad you like it. I hear a mega, extra big slice of double cheese pizza calling my name.”
    “Yeah, me too.” Chloe grabbed Sam’s hand. “Come on.”
    When they entered the kitchen, Victoria held out a plate with a huge piece of steaming pizza on it. “Who’s hungry?”
    “Gimme.” Chloe’s hand was faster than lightning and, without so much as pause, she consumed a piece of pizza.
    Sam couldn’t help but grin. Chloe looked like a chipmunk.
    “Excuse me