Page 18 of Sawyer
He’d choreographed every second of their first kiss. It would be light and sweet. Practically chaste. He planned to leave her wanting more.
But a plan never survived contact with reality. It disintegrated the moment his lips touched hers. Turns out, there were several things he had not counted on. Like how her softness would flood him with the need to protect her. Or how, whenher eyes fluttered shut, it felt like the sun had fallen from the sky.
Unable to stop himself, he threaded his fingers through the soft curls of her hair and tipped her head to the side. His tongue traced the line of her plump lower lip before he sucked it into his mouth and raked it with his teeth.
The gasp she gave when he did shot straight to his dick.
What was he doing? This was such a bad idea. Yet he couldn’t make himself care. From the way she pressed against him, she didn’t want him to stop. He sure as hell didn’t.
“Open for me, babygirl. I want to taste you.”
It was obvious she didn’t have a lot of experience. He could lead her to do whatever he wanted, but he wouldn’t. She had to want the kiss as much as him.
He wasn’t taking more than one kiss. That was his intention right up until her lips parted.
She gripped his shirt and held him, as if she feared he might disappear. She tilted her face up to his, and all his good intentions faded away.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth. She was just as sweet as he’d known she’d be. He teased her as another pulse of need shot through him. She joined in the game, tangling her tongue with his.
He pulled her arms up to wrap around his neck. She pushed to her toes to make the reach. He wanted to feel her legs wrapped around his hips. That would push him past his limit. He wasn’t going to fuck her. Well, not here on a table in a video bar where anyone could walk in on them anyway.
It killed him that he was attracted to her. Jaxon was a brother. A friend. The last person in the world he should be attracted to was the woman who ruined Jaxon’s life. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen pictures. Sure, she was gorgeous. But he’d been in charge of ops with gorgeous women before.
She just seemed so fucking innocent and sweet. He hadn’texpected that. He’d thought she’d be hard and conniving. Deceitful. He couldn’t connect the woman who lied in court, knowingly sentencing an innocent man to life in prison, with the dancing disco queen who dressed her stuffie in matching outfits.
Whether it was right or wrong, he’d wanted her since he’d laid eyes on her. And when he forgot about who she was—which he could not allow himself to do—the chemistry they had was better than anything he’d ever known.
So, he didn’t stop kissing her. She held him as if he were the most important person in her world. Like she would never let him go.
And fuck him, he loved it. The Daddy in him, who never played with the same Little twice and always chose the brat over the sweetheart, shocked the shit out of him by roaring to life. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? He’d be willing to bet she didn’t.
Unable to stop himself, he rocked his hips forward and pressed his cock against her. Her arms drew him closer, and she arched her back, pressing her breast against his chest.
He grabbed her ass and pressed her against his cock even harder. Then her legs were around his hips. Damn. He had to find some control. He fought for it, but it was nowhere to be found.
Then a door slammed in the kitchen, and the spell was broken. She jerked away from him, relaxing her legs from around his waist. He gently lowered her to the floor. She took a step back and nearly tripped. Catching her arms, he helped her regain her balance.
She stared up at him with those intoxicating bourbon colored eyes, her lips now red and swollen. Taking another step back, she pulled her arms free. “I don’t… I mean, that was…” She gave up and shook her head. Cute.
“Hey! Is there something I can help you with, buddy?”
Sawyer’s gaze swung in the direction of the angry voice. Hector Cortez stood behind the bar, and big brother didn’t look pleased.
Lele spun to face the kitchen, losing her balance again. Sawyer stepped up behind her, steadying her once more. This time, he kept his hands where they were. “Hi, name’s Saul. I’m a friend of Lele’s.”
Hector’s expression turned derisive. “Oh, I’ll just bet you are, bud,” he said.
It took everything in Sawyer not to grab the man by the throat and choke him until his eyes popped out. Instead, he forced a smile. “I don’t guess I’ve had the pleasure. You are?”
“Pissed to walk in and see a stranger accosting my sister in my own bar. Don’t mean to be rude, bud, but get out before I call the cops.”
“Hector!” Lele cried out. “He wasn’t accosting me. He was just here to?—”
“I saw exactly what he was here to do, Leyla. Or should I saywhohe was here to do? I’m just glad I came in before you let him do it.”
Lele fell back a step at the accusation, as if Hector’s words were physical punches.
Oh, fuck no.
