I had to force myself to leave before I threw myself at him with a welcome kiss.
That’s the wrong choice if I want to keep him emotionally at arm’s length.
Physically, I want him as close as possible.
As the evening goes by, it doesn’t seem to matter how busy we are, I keep finding ways to sneak in a touch.
A kiss.
Even a moan or two, enough to leave him wanting more.
Maybe it’s a little evil, wanting to tease him along, but I can’t resist.
The toys in my drawer came no where near getting me off as hard as he did.
And I kinda like having him around.
It’s been a long time since anyone held me like he did that night. Like he was afraid to let me go while he slept.
I hate that I secretly enjoyed it.
But I’ve worked hard to put up my walls, to protect myself. I’m not ready to let anyone in.
When the last customer leaves, though, I throw caution to the wind.
Brisking through the swinging doors to the kitchen, I pause when I catch sight of him elbow deep in the sink.
“Sawyer?” Why am I breathless?
He turns his head to look over his shoulder.
Those blue eyes pierce into me in a burning tether to the depths of my belly.
“Yea?” His arms keep scrubbing despite his focus on me.
“Stop,” I blurt. “Turn it off.”
Pink climbs his cheeks as he obeys. Pulling a towel from the hook, he slowly wipes his hands as he faces me. “Is it empty?” The tiny jut of his chin gestures towards the bar.
All I can do is nod.
I’ve barely made the movement before his lips crash against mine and his damp palms cup my jaw.
The slow ember we’ve been stoking all day bursts into an inferno with the press of his mouth.
God, how I’ve wanted him.
His granite bulge digs into my belly, then he picks me up by my thighs to wrap my legs around his waist.
“I guess weekends you’re mine, too?” His sideways grin flickers briefly before he carries me in a bouncing sprint upstairs.
His enthusiasm is adorable.
I won’t squash it until Sunday morning.
In the meantime, I give myself up to his exploring fingers and scalding mouth, relishing the attention he gives to every inch of me.
He strokes and licks me to the edge of exploding, then moves up my body like a starving man.
