Undone: A New Adult College Bad Boy Romance (Mature Young Adult Fun Contemporary Romance) (21 page)

“You're just full of surprises.”

Clint led her back to the car. She was sad that the evening had to end, though it wasn't exactly early. She felt like she could stay around him forever and be perfectly content, but he had to work early. When they pulled up to her apartment, he insisted on walking her up to her door. Arm looped through hers, they took the stairs up in silence until they reached the top.

“I had a really good time,” Samantha said quietly.

“Me too.”

Clint's smile was enough to make her knees weak. He raised up a hand, brushed hair away from her cheek. His hands slipped around the back of her neck before he leaned in slowly. It was as if he was testing the waters, but Samantha wasn't going to say no. She held her breath in anticipation.

As Clint's lips brushed against hers, she melted against him. His mouth held a hunger that made her shiver with desire. His tongue brushed against hers. Samantha felt the moan slip from her lips before she could stop it. Clint only seemed to take that as encouragement. When they pulled away from each other, Clint gazed into her eyes.

“I would invite you in, but it's still too soon,” she whispered.

“Absolutely no pressure, ma'am.”

Clint leaned forward to place another kiss on her lips. When he pulled back, he kissed her forehead. Samantha could feel warmth sweeping over her body. When he pulled away, she was sad to see him have to go.

“I had a really great time, Sam. Can I see you again, soon?”

She nodded. “It's a date.”

He walked down the stairs quickly before he turned around to wave. Samantha waved back. She slipped into her apartment, pushing the blinds over to watch him peel away in his truck. Her heart was still dancing wildly. The grin on her face was wide enough to make her cheeks hurt. When he was out of sight, she closed the blinds before kicking off her shoes. The night had been even better than she'd expected. She couldn't wait to see him again. Her phone buzzed in her purse.

I had a great time. Have a good night.

Samantha sighed. She left her clothes behind before she slipped into bed, her phone in hand. Once she started texting him back, they didn't stop. Samantha fell asleep as the sun began to rise, a smile on her face as she dreamed.

Samantha woke up in the afternoon still sleepy. She checked her phone, replied to Clint's text, then went to take a shower. As the warm water soothed her muscles she took her time. In the back of her mind she knew it was because she was hoping to come back to a reply when she was done. When the water was icy, she stepped out before wrapping a thick, blue towel around her body. Another towel was wrapped around her hair as she padded back to her bedroom to retrieve her phone.

No messages. She sighed before she sat the phone back on her nightstand. He was still at work apparently. She dried off before slipping into a pair of comfortable shorts and a tank top. Once her hair was tossed into a ponytail, she checked her phone once more. No messages.

Samantha decided to leave the phone alone for a while. She had other things that needed doing anyway. First, she gathered all of her laundry and drug it down to the laundromat. Two hours of washing clothes and reading her favorite book though did little to improve her mood, she was still anxious. When four rolled around, she had to take one of her pills to calm down.

After she lugged her laundry back to her apartment, she glanced at her phone. Still nothing. Samantha threw the phone on the bed. She spent the rest of the night cleaning up, scrubbing everything down until she ran out of things to clean. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't call her back. They'd had a good time, talked late, they obviously liked each other, right? Samantha tried to push those thoughts out of her brain by scrubbing the counter even harder, although it had been clean twenty minutes ago.

Samantha went to sleep that night with her phone held in her hand. She stared at the glowing screen. It seemed to mock her with its emptiness. Any time a message did pop up, she opened it eagerly, only to be disappointed when it wasn't Clint. She wasn't sure when she fell asleep, but she woke up the next morning in a bad mood.

A day turned into a week, two weeks without Samantha hearing from him. She had given up on staring at her phone. Her days were spent wrapped up in a blanket on the couch as she watched movies. Seeing Clint had at least given her some courage to go back outside again, but with him gone she couldn't help but to be overwhelmed with the world once more. She sipped at a glass of red wine as her eyes only vaguely took in the movie that was playing on her television.

Samantha was dozing off when she felt her phone vibrate beneath the covers on her leg. She dug into the blankets with her eyes half closed. It was probably her mom again asking her to go to lunch. Or Heather, telling her about another of her therapy sessions. The thought of either of those possibilities made Samantha groan. She opened the message.

I'm so sorry. Can I come see you now? I've missed you.

For a moment, Samantha was convinced that she was dreaming. It had happened before, a phantom buzzing that she'd sworn was Clint, only for her to have been dreaming. She opened her eyes a little wider. The message was still there. A few moments passed, she didn't know what to say. Clint texted her again. After a few more minutes, she finally replied.

I'm sorry, who is this?

When there was no reply, she thought about taking it back. While she was still angry with him, she couldn't deny that she'd missed him. She started to type out a message then deleted it.
No, he couldn't talk to me in all of this time, he can wait.
Samantha ignored the next few times the phone buzzed. She shut off the ringer completely before she turned up her television. Anything to distract her.

Samantha was in a battle with herself when there was a knock on her door. She sighed. Either it was the take out or her mom again, it was always hard to tell which when they both knocked as if she were deaf. She slipped from the couch before she walked over to the door. When she opened it, Clint stood at the doorway.

“W-what are you doing here?” She asked.

“I came to see you. I tried to tell you I was comin' over, but obviously you were ignorin' me”

Samantha folded her arms across her chest. “What was I supposed to do? Wait around for you to decide that you wanted to talk to me? I don't think so.”

“Please, listen to me Sam...”

“I don't think so,” she repeated as she started to close the door.

Clint didn't let her though. His large hand stopped the door from closing before he stepped inside. Samantha was fuming.

“How dare you? I-”

“Will you just let me explain? I wanted to talk to you, I really did. I had a mission come up, an important one. I couldn't communicate with you or anyone else for that matter. Not even my own mama. Do you understand? My job is dangerous, sometimes I have to disappear, I can't help that. What I'm tellin' you is I just got back an hour ago and the first thing I did was talk to you. Come on Sam, give me some credit here.”

Samantha felt her anger start to subside. As much as she wanted to stay mad at him, she couldn't. After all, she could tell that he was being honest. Those big, blue eyes seemed to calm her down without even trying. She blew out a huge breath.

“I'm still mad at you,” she said.

“I know,” he said taking a step closer.

“You just left me. You couldn't even have sent a text saying you'll talk to me as soon as possible?”

“That was really stupid of me,” he said as he stepped up to her.

“You hurt my feelings,” she said glaring.

“Let me make it up to you.”

Clint's hands gripped her cheeks, pulling her in close. When his mouth touched hers, Samantha felt the last fringes of anger fall away. His hands gripped her hips, her waist. Samantha moaned as Clint's eager mouth devoured her, his greedy tongue slipping between her lips. She could feel the warm feeling traveling south. When they pulled back for air, Samantha gasped.

“I don't even look good right now,” she said with a laugh.

Samantha was so focused on not seeing him, that she hadn't bothered to get ready. Her hair was tossed in a messy bun. She still wore pale peach shorts and a gray tank top. She suddenly felt very subconscious.

“You look, amazing.”

Samantha felt the smile spread on her face. She gripped his hand. As they walked down the hallway, she knew that there would be no more waiting. Clint had a dangerous job, she wasn't going to miss out on a moment of him. When she opened the door to her bedroom, she turned to him.

“You sure?” He asked.

“I'm really, really sure.”

Clint's hands ran down her sides as his fingers curled beneath the fabric of her tank top. His fingers dragged across her skin as he peeled the shirt off exposing the black and white laced bra underneath. When he leaned forward, his lips brushed her neck. She leaned into him as he left a trail of kisses down her skin, stopping after he'd placed a kiss on her collarbone.

She took the pause in his movements to slip her hands to the hem of his shirt. As she pulled it over his head, she admired the rolling muscles of his stomach. His broad chest enticed her as she slipped her fingers over his skin. There were scars on his chest and torso. Samantha ran her fingers over each one.

“You don't think they're ugly?” He asked with a nervous grin.

She nodded. “I think they make you look even better,” she said smiling back.

Clint kissed her again, his mouth more eager. As he did, his hands went to her shorts. He unbuttoned them before pushing them to the ground at her feet. Samantha kicked them off before she did the same to him, her fingers trailing over the muscles of his legs as she did.

Samantha pushed him back onto the bed before she climbed on top of him. Her fingers worked quickly to undo the clasp on her bra. She let it slide down her arms. Clint marveled at the sight of her naked body almost making her blush once more. He reached up steady hands, ran his fingers over her breasts slowly. The simplest touch made her write her hips against his. It had been so long since she'd been with anyone.

Clint took over, turning them over until the blanket slid against her back. His hands worked slowly, fingers running over her hips as he pulled her panties down her smooth legs. Every few inches, his lips placed a kiss until Samantha found herself closing her eyes, anticipating the next placement of warm lips against her flesh.

When the panties were tossed to the side, Clint slipped off his underwear. She watched his length spring into view, the sight enough to make her bite her lip. Clint wasted no time. He slipped between her thighs, pushed his throbbing length inside of her inch by inch. Samantha's arms wrapped around his neck as she moaned.

The gentle rhythm of him thrusting within her made her breathing hitch. As her head tilted back, Clint feasted on her neck. Samantha felt the pleasure building up inside of her until Clint began to move faster. She cried out, her legs wrapping around his slender waist. He tilted her head back down, looked into her eyes as he began to groan deeply with every thrust. It was enough to send Samantha over the edge. Clint followed after her.

They lay together for a while, their legs entangled with each other. Clint kissed her shoulder, gently. Samantha gazed down at him smiling. She had forgotten what it was like to get close to another person. Now she understood what had been missing for so long. As he leaned up to kiss her, Samantha kissed him back with a ferocity that she hadn't known she still possessed. When their lips separated, Clint grinned.

“I guess you're not angry at me anymore.”

“Oh no, there's still anger. About fifty percent worth of anger. You have to earn your forgiveness,” she said with a grin.

“What's that I heard? Round two?”

“No!” Samantha yelled as he climbed back on top of her, giggles spilling from her lips.