This time Sawyer rolled his eyes. “You’re as easy to read as a book, Reggie. Don’t even say it. This is a gift. It stays.”
“Yeah but this isn’t something like flowers or chocolate. It’s a freaking car.”
Cam threw an arm over her shoulders as he herded her into the living room. “Yeah, but we knew you’d appreciate this more than flowers or chocolate. Besides, you’re not a flower kind of girl.”
She grinned. “You know me so well.” Then she turned to hug him again. “Thank you. I love it.”
He hugged her back. “You’re quite welcome.”
She stood back while Sawyer and Hutch carried in the few bags they’d brought to Houston.
“I’m going to head to the grocery store since we’re about out of food, and I never made it the other day. You want to go with?” Hutch asked Regina.
“Uh, no. I think I’ll stick around here.” All the better to catch Sawyer by himself hopefully. Maybe then she could remove whatever stick he had up his ass when it came to making love to her.
“I’ll be back with food later then,” he said and dropped a kiss on her cheek as he headed for the door.
Regina gripped her bag and headed for the stairs. She’d unpack, and if she knew Cam, he’d hole up in the office and work for a while. Which left Sawyer to her mercy. An evil grin worked over her face. She rather liked that image.
It was sick that she was so nervous, but the butterflies had been doing cartwheels in her stomach since Hutch left.
Just go down there and seduce him, you weenie.
Yeah, piece of cake. Not.
He wanted her. He vibrated with desire every time she came within a foot of him. But he kept all that need tightly leashed.
Well, she was about to tap into the beast. Set him free and hope he ravished her.
With a grin, she headed for the stairs to look for Sawyer and found him in the kitchen.
He was making a halfhearted attempt to unload the dishwasher. Part of the deal. Hutch cooked. Sawyer and Cam split cleanup duty.
She snuck up behind him, slid her arms around his waist and squeezed. He tensed for a moment then relaxed and cupped his hands over hers.
“You coming to help with the dishes?” he asked.
She snorted. “Ah, no thanks. I had something different in mind.”
He rotated in her arms, leaned back against the sink and eyed her curiously. “Do tell.”
“I wanted to talk to you,” she said.
Amusement centered in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “Is this one of those girl talks that make all men quake with fear?”
She shrugged. “Could be.”
His face fell. “Ah hell. It is.”
“Pick me up,” she said.
Surprise flashed in his eyes. “Huh?”
She started to climb up his chest, grabbing at the back of his neck for leverage. “Pick me up.”
He slid his hands underneath her legs and boosted her up until she straddled his hips. Her hands hung loosely at his neck, and he eyed her warily.
“Much better. Now I can look down at you,” she said mischievously.
