Jane let herself into the apartment, sighing with relief. Finally home, she thought. She set her laptop bag beside the hall tree and slipped out of her coat, hanging it up. She was listening to see if Sam was home, thinking about what she could make for dinner and how soon she could slip into a hot bath.
As she turned towards the hall tree to hang up her purse, she started when she felt someone behind her. Large hands covered her eyes and she went still, inhaling Sam's familiar scent. "You're home," she murmured, relaxing back against his broad chest. His arms circled her and he pressed a kiss against the curve of her throat.
"Not only home," he murmured, brushing his lips over her skin lightly, making her shiver, "But I've taken care of dinner." His hands shifted, turning her, sliding into her hair as his mouth lowered to hers. He kissed her deeply, savoring the familiar, but intoxicating flavor of her.
"My hero," she murmured, pressing her body to his as she leaned into his kiss. His teeth nipped her bottom lip as he met her eyes, seeing the dark arousal in her blue gaze.
"I want you to go up and take a shower," Sam whispered, teasing her lips with his tongue, his hands slowly easing her suit jacket off her shoulders. "Relax a little...slip into something comfortable." His hands were warm on her blouse, sliding over her back. "Give me about 15 minutes to get dinner together."
"Okay," she sighed, melting against him. It took all his willpower to turn her towards the stairs and giving her a little push. She swayed a little, her lithe body so professional in the slim grey skirt and thin cream blouse, but he knew the feel of every inch her curves. She stepped out of her heels as she headed to the steps and he had to hold his breath to stop the words begging her to take off her skirt...to show him those thigh-high stockings shifting to pale, soft, silky sweet hip...he bit back the groan as she glanced back over her shoulder with that special smile he loved. Watching her tight ass sway as she stepped up...Sam had to tear his eyes away, shifting restlessly as his cock strained painfully against his jeans.
With half an ear listening to the shower, Sam finished reheating the take out food. He dug through the hall closet for the blanket they used for football games and then spread it out on the living room floor. He knelt before the gas fireplace, turning it on until there was a nice flame and light heat radiating into the room. He stirred the food, then gathered the candles he'd picked up on his way to the restaurant.
Returning to the living room, he carefully placed the candles around the room and lit them. Turning off the lamps, he stood for a moment, surveying the scene he'd set. Perfect, he thought, just the type of thing that made Jane melt...and a soft, sweet Jane would be a tasty treat for dessert. Delivering the news of his promotion and the accompanying trip to Europe would go better when she was limp and sated.
Upstairs, Jane turned off the hot water and stepped out of the shower. She knew something was up...Sam wasn't usually home this early and the fact that he'd thought about dinner meant that he had something to tell her. She wondered what it was...maybe something at work? Toweling off, she wondered if she should have suggested they share the shower. He'd been stressed this week and had been up late working more than once. She missed him when work wasn't going well. She missed his hands on her, his mouth on her...maybe after dinner she could seduce him...
With that thought in mind, she wandered naked into the bedroom. Maybe something special for dinner, she thought, opening the lingerie drawer and sliding her fingers over the lace and silk within. She pulled out a pale blue teddy -- the one Sam had bought her for Christmas -- and the matching robe. Slipping it on, she slid her hands over her bare skin, then over the lace, remembering the look in his eyes when she'd put it on the first time. That hunger, the way his hands had trembled before grabbing hold, the way his breath had been hot as he'd pressed his mouth to her breast...
Sam spooned the pasta from the restaurant container onto the dinner plates. Referring to the instructions provided by his buddy (chef at said restaurant), he surveyed the meal. It looked almost as good as if they were at the restaurant. Maybe with the candles...He heard the footsteps at the top of the stairs and almost swore. Butterflies, he thought, butterflies just as bad as their first date, the first time she'd met his mother...the first time he'd told her he loved her. Now or never, he told himself, carrying the plates into the dim living room and setting them on the coffee table. He walked out into the front entry, turned towards the stairs...and stopped dead.
Jane slowly stepped down another step, her eyes locked on Sam's. The stunned look on his face made her nervous and yet aroused her even more. He was looking at her like...Her palms were damp as she finished walking down the stairs and stood before him. "Sam...?" Her voice came out in a husky whisper.
"Wow." He cleared his throat and gave her a sexy smile. His hands went to her shoulders, feeling the slick silk under his palm and imagining sliding it away to touch her soft skin. "You're beautiful."
"You picked out the blue one," she smiled, stepping just a little closer to go up to her toes and kiss him. His hands tightened on her shoulders as his mouth pressed to hers hungrily. Jane made a little sound in her throat, half-moan half-whimper, and Sam's tongue slipped between her lips to tease hers. Heat exploded under her skin even as he pushed the robe off her shoulders and ran his palms over her skin.
"I picked the right one," he murmured, fighting the urge to just carry her up to bed. He saw her eyes wander over his shoulder and widen and remembered the living room. "I have something for you."
