Page 57 of Taming His Honeydoll
He cut her off as he got out of the truck and pulled her out with him and proceeded to carry her right up the steps to the long veranda and into a gorgeous front entry where a man appeared at the soft jingle of bells above the door.
“Hey, Sawyer, dude! Whatcha got there?” The man was large, much larger than Sawyer with a muscled physique that would have made Adonis proud. His dark hair was short above his ears and longer on top. His green eyes were filled with curiosity and humor as he stared at Emma.
“Mike, I need a room for me and my fiancé. You got one available?”
“Sawyer, put me down,” Emma demanded, her face flushing with embarrassment.
“For you, dude, always got one. Follow me.” Mike grabbed some keys off the board behind the small reception desk and headed for the stairs.
Sawyer followed with Emma still in his arms. His baby brat was going to eat her words.
“Thanks, Mike,” he growled. He and Mike had served together and had saved each other’s lives a few times. The bed and breakfast Mike had inherited after his dad died, and he and his mother ran it together.
“Sawyer, what in the world?” protested a female voice just coming out of a room with a cleaning basket and supplies. Her eyes were twinkling though as she studied Emma with interest.
“Sawyer needs a room,” Mike replied with a laugh. “He has a fiancé although I don’t know her name yet.”
“It’s Emma Tremaine.” Sawyer added. “Emma, this is Mike Hatch and his mother, Katherine.
“Pleased to meet you,” Emma replied faintly as Mike opened a door and ushered them in.
Katherine beamed at them both. “The pleasure is all mine.”
“Here you go, dude. Take as long as you like—rooms unrented until Sunday.” Mike dangled the keys and chuckled when Emma’s face went beet red.
Sawyer sat Emma on her feet and took the keys from Mike. “Thanks, I owe you one.”
“Congratulation to you both,” Mike replied with a laugh and left the room. Sawyer locked the door behind him and then turned to face his captive. He took off his jacket as he walked slowly towards her, dropping it on the floor. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it loose from his pants while kicking off his boots. His eyes never left her face.
“Nothing but embers huh?” He mocked lightly.
Emma’s eyes widened and she licked her lips. When her glance fell to his hands on his belt and then his pants sliding down, he watched flames leap into her pretty eyes. In one swift motion he stepped out of the rest of his clothes and stood there proud and ready to take his woman.
“Sawyer,” she groaned, suddenly ripping off her jacket and pulling the sweater over her head, throwing them aside. She was left panting in a tiny wisp of a lacy bra that did nothing to hide her gorgeous pink nipples. The buds beckoned to him, hard and proud.
“The rest,” he said thickly, twirling his finger to indicate she should finish undressing for him while he watched.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she bent and unzipped her boots, then kicked them aside. The jeans were next and then she was standing before him in a black wispy panty that matched the bra.
Absolute perfection.
“I’ll get the rest,” he husked as he strode to her and pulled her against him, enjoying the feel of skin on skin and the lacy touch of the bra making his male nipples harden.
Only the fact that he was sure her only experience with sex had been with him made him take it slower than he wanted to. What he wanted to do was rip off those little pieces of lace, turn her around to bend over the bed, and establish his claim as he rode her from behind. All the while spanking her little ass cherry red to brand her his.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispered against her mouth. One hand slipped into her hair as he pulled her head back and took her in a drugging kiss.
