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I smacked his chest. “Rude.”
“It was a really hot mouth,” he added. “You sucked me so good. That’s partly why I wondered if you’d done this before. With another guy, I mean.”
“Nope.” I grinned. “Guess I’m just a natural.”
“Don’t let it go to your head.”
I folded my arms under my neck, adopting a cocky pose that would annoy Sawyer. “Oh, you know I will.”
“Okay, well, it’s been fun. There’s the door. Have a nice swim back to your place, asshole.”
I laughed. “What? No Round 2 with my incredibly hot mouth?”
“Not if you’re gonna be a cocky dick.”
I rolled toward him and murmured in his ear, “You know it turns you on. Stop fighting it.”
He shoved me away, but he was grinning. “You’re impossible.”
“But you’re starting to appreciate my charm,” I said. “Took you long enough.”
His gaze captured mine, serious suddenly. “I guess it did.”
“Sawyer, this isn’t just chemistry. Not for me. I know we’ve got a lot of shit to sort out, and this is all new, but?—”
Sawyer kissed me before I could say the rest. I didn’t fool myself into thinking it was because he was overwhelmed with emotion or need. It was to shut me up before I said something neither of us were ready to face.
I hadn’t turned down a kiss from Sawyer yet, and I wasn’t about to start now, so I let him shut me up the best way he knew how. There would be time to figure out what all this meant later.
For now, I intended to hold on to it for as long as I could.
If it wrecked me, I’d enjoy the fuck out of my destruction.
CHAPTER 19
Sawyer
I slowly woke, overheated, sweaty, and with an oddly scratchy pillow.
I shifted away, and only when my face hit cool linen did I realize…that wasn’t a pillow.
My heart jolted into my throat. I peeked sideways out of the corner of my eye. Yep. Not a pillow.
Six feet two inches of toned, bronzed masculinity spread out in my cramped full-size bed. No wonder I’d been sleeping half on top of him. On his furry chest.
My gaze shifted to his mouth, a cocky smirk in place even when he fucking slept. Images rushed at me, making my head spin.
Me tumbling Ash into my bed. Those same cocky lips wrapping around my dick so eagerly. Then cleaning up, getting ready to take him home, only to fall into Round 2 right up against the fucking door.
Telling him he could crash here because my tired ass didn’t feel like taking the boat out.
But what now? We used to be best friends, then rivals, then enemies. Were we—my brain shied away fromboyfriends—fuck buddies?
I’d barely had time to wrap my head around not hating Ash. I didn’t know what the fuck to do with him in my bed first thing in the morning. Talk about awkward.
My cell rang, and I turned to grab it from my nightstand before Ash woke. But it wasn’t there. I scanned the floor, spotting my shorts a few feet away.
My phone stuck out of one pocket.
