Page 35 of Fight for You (Flirting with Forever 2)

Sawyer huffs out a laugh when he sees who his attacker was and reaches out with a few fingers to pet the animal’s head. “I didn’t know you were a cat person.”

“Well … technically I’m not, but I heard about this shelter having an over-abundance of kittens, and”—my gaze flicks up to his—“sometimes it gets a little lonely around here, so I thought I’d try something new. Just let me feed him, and he’ll leave us alone.” I hurry to the cupboard with Space Ghost curled up in a ball against my shoulder, purring loudly. Sawyer leans a hip against the counter as I get a can of food out and scrape some of it into a dish. From here, I sneak a look at Sawyer. His jeans are mostly unzipped, and it’s obvious he’s gone commando à la Joey from Friends. I smile to myself. Hot. A warm little knot begins to form and tighten in my lower abdomen as I remember everything that happened last night, how Sawyer had been way different than any other man I’ve been with before. He wasn’t about himself. He’d been all for delivering me as much pleasure as he possibly could. And he’d taken his time. This man—he’d savored me. He’d enjoyed every inch of me. Sawyer had devoured me whole. And if I get my way, he’ll have me again. Soon.

I put the remainder of the cat food into the refrigerator and hurry across the kitchen to the sink to wash my hands. “Right. So, where were we?”

Sawyer steps closer. “I was going to make you breakfast.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me to him, and kisses the daylights out of me. My pulse goes through the roof as my mind processes just how the scent of him, his hands on me, and his mouth on mine have me ready to tear his shirt off and go at it right here on the kitchen floor.

With my heart beating fast and lungs working overtime, I know I’ve never been so viscerally aware of another person in my whole life.

My eyes flutter shut. The whole experience of having him here with me is so dizzying I sway against him.

He tucks his head next to mine, kisses the spot below my ear. “Let’s eat something, then we can see about feeding other appetites.” He draws back to look into my eyes. “Sound good?”

I nod, discreetly placing my hand over my heart, willing it to slow the fuck down. “Yes. Food, then Vitamin D. That’s a good deal.”

“Vitamin D?”

I stare into his eyes, a teasing smirk on my lips before I reach between us, cupping him firmly. “Yep. I always need it.”

Sawyer gives a quick bark of laughter. “I love your sassy mouth.” He leans down and stamps a kiss on my lips.

“I know you do. Now, what did you want to make for breakfast?”

“Well, I had a look in your fridge right before I was cat-attacked.” He huffs out a laugh as he eyes my kitten. “I figure we could manage an omelet, if you want one.”

Happy as a lark behind us, Space Ghost gobbles up his breakfast. “Thank you for not completely freaking out. He can be a bit of a pain when he’s hungry.” I move over to the refrigerator and pull out the butter, eggs, an

d cheese. I halt in place when I see the dimple pop on his cheek along with a big grin. Uh-oh.

“A bit of cat trivia for you …”

“Oh, boy. I shouldn’t have doubted you. Here I was thinking I’d not heard any weird little facts since last night.” I shoot a wink at him as I deposit the omelet supplies on the counter and hunt the cupboard for my skillet.

“Did you know that cats share 95.6% of their genetic makeup with tigers?”

I stare at him for a second, then my lips twist into a smirk. “Not 95.5%?”

He taps a finger to the side of his head. “Nope. I remember everything. And I believe it now after feeling the daggers on that little guy.”

I snort with laughter and set the skillet on the stovetop before rummaging in the drawer for a spatula. Finally, I pull out a bowl and a whisk. “Do you want to do this, or do you want me to? Fair warning—I’m not really great at omelets.” I stop talking for a few seconds to crack three eggs into the bowl before I continue with a little shrug. “They usually turn into scrambled eggs because I mess up the flip.”

Sawyer clears his throat, and I peer over my shoulder at him. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

He gives a quick shake of his head. “Not at all. I was temporarily distracted by the sight of you wearing my shirt.”

I glance down with a frown. “Oh. Sorry. When I heard you shout, I just snatched up the first thing I saw.”

His eyes roam over me. “Don’t be sorry. You’re totally fucking sexy in it.”

Color floods my cheeks as his gaze moves from the shirt I hadn’t quite finished buttoning to the length of my bare legs and back up. He steps behind me, sweeps my bed hair out of the way, and plants a wet kiss on the juncture of my shoulder and neck. His hands find my hips and, after a squeeze, slide over my stomach, pulling me back against him. His voice is raspy in my ear. “I think I’m in trouble. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.” He exhales and his warm breath on my neck does things to my insides. My nipples peak where they brush against the fabric of his shirt, and my body throbs as it remembers all the ways he’d touched me last night.

“Here, step aside, and I’ll finish this.” He presses a kiss to my cheek and shifts me out of the way.

I breathe in and out slowly, just like Piper made me do the other day, to try to calm my heart. And other parts.

He expertly finishes the omelet, flipping it into the air like a chef. He adds some cheese and lets it sit for another minute to melt before folding it and sliding it onto the plate I hand him.

I giggle in amazement. “Next time, I’ll let you do it from start to finish.”

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