I feel my heartbeat everywhere. It’s in my fingers, in my chest. My cock thickens behind these damn dress pants, and if he takes another step closer, I know he’ll feel it too.
In all the turmoil my body is going through, I can’t look away from his dark eyes. “Are you messing with my head, Aiden?” he whispers.
“No.” My jaw flexes, and his eyes shadow with desire.
Sawyer’s hand lifts to touch my jaw. My skin scorches at the touch, and I nearly flinch. Those fingers trail a path along my jaw, my cheek...
Then he leans in and I can’t resist. It’s a spark, but that’s all it takes.
I close the distance, my lips brushing his, sparking a moan from him. It’s soft. Not like last night. “Tell me to stop,” I whisper.
His beautiful eyes search my face. “No.”
I lean in.
It’s slow at first. A warm, careful caress fueled by the fire behind my ribs. Sawyer’s hand slides along my jaw then down over my chest, and pleasure curls in my stomach as I feel his fingers explore me.
His dangerous hands travel down, bunching under the fabric of my dress shirt, and his fingers begin to undo the buttons. I can’t stop him as he shoves the fabric down my shoulders. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I can’t stop whatever this is.
His fingers skim the straps of my tank top, and I deepen the kiss as heat unravels in me.
Everything about him is so soft and sweet. When I hear his quiet moans my control snaps, surprising him almost as much as me. My hands settle on his bare waist, backing him up to the counter before I lift him up onto it.
The mess around us doesn’t stop me. I swipe the dirty bowls into the sink before pulling his legs forward, bracing them on either side of my waist.
I’m not sure how long we spend kissing.
Sawyer’s hands lace around my neck, his tongue plunging into my mouth before he pulls back, his chest heaving.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, looking at him. He’s kiss drunk and smiling so wide with me between his legs.
Then he laughs nervously. “Okay. That was...” He smiles, shaking his head. “Insane.”
I laugh, I don’t know why, and I fall into him, pressing my forehead to his chest. His hands dive into my hair, hugging me to him, and my arms wrap around his back.
I love his warm skin against mine.
He holds me to him and presses slow kisses into my hair.
I’ve never been touched like this, like I deserve good things. He touches me like I’m fragile. Each place his fingers find leaves me breathless. “What’s wrong, Aiden?” he whispers into my hair. “What’s wrong?”
“What?” I have a thought to pick him up and take him to the bedroom, but I can’t do that.
“You seem sad?”
I don’t want to do any of this.
It’s insanity and I want to stop.
Then Sawyer’s smile grows wider and I know that I’m already losing my grip on reality. This isn’t important. What’s important is that I protect Katya, and doing shit like this is making me lose sight of my goal.
I don’t know why he’s making me feel like this.
Sawyer is a mess. He’s making a mess of me.
Then he cups my cheek, his thumb brushing lightly along my jaw, and I want to know what he sees when he looks at me. With a gentle tug he pulls me in, and I can’t stop him.
Sawyer’s lips skim against mine, his fingers cupping my jaw. His chest is pressed close to mine. Bare, scorching skin, muscles with so much strength in them. Sawyer pulls me closer and I’m tipping into this kiss, falling over the edge.
