Page 49 of Last Resort

Sutton looks at her body and then at her ass before looking up at me with a blank stare on her face. “It is a bathing suit. You wear it to the beach. So yeah, in this.”

“You can’t wear that.” Smooth. Real smooth, Sharpe.

“Excuse me?” She laughs the words out.

“It’s too small and it shows way too much.” I walk to the fridge and grab another beer. I sound like a dick but don’t care as I fumble for a reason other than no one else deserves to see this, to see her like this, than me. “It’s not an appropriate choice of attire when staff can see you.”

“Good thing I’m going offsite to a beach on a non-Sharpe property then.” She smiles sarcastically. “You sure you need another one of those? You seem a little keyed up.”

“I need one.” Fucking hell do I need one if she’s going out in that.

“Okay.” She draws the word out and takes a few steps toward me.

Wrong move on her part.

I smell the scent of her sunscreen now. Can see the dusting of freckles over her chest. Can see how easy it would be to pull the strings on those bottoms and have her undressed in a heartbeat.

“Is there something that’s bugging you, Callahan?”

“You.”

“Me?” She chuckles, angling her head to the side and staring at me. “What did I do?”

“You’re driving me fucking crazy,” I say and take a step toward her. For some reason I expect her with her silly game to back away, but she doesn’t. She stands her ground.

“Good.”

“Not good.” I take another step. “Women don’t say no to me. Did you know that?” I cup the side of her face. Her breath hitches. She wants me. She so fucking wants me, and the sight of it is like a goddamn high. “They want me. They chase me.” I lean in so my lips hover over hers. “I never chase, Collins.”

“And I’ve never had a one-night stand before.” She inhales a shaky breath. “So there. We’re even.”

My chuckle is low and even and desperate sounding. “We’re far from even. I want you.” I lean in and go to press a kiss to her lips but she moves her head to the side. I take what I can get and lace a row of open-mouthed kisses down the line of her jaw. Jesus Christ. Her taste. Her soft moan. The sudden goosebumps chasing over her skin. The feel of her body yielding to mine.

She definitely wants me.

The beer has nothing on what Sutton Pierce does to me.

“And you’re still my boss,” she murmurs on a sigh.

“Collins. Please.” I lick a line over her shoulder. She tastes like salt and sex. My hands fist into balls because I’m desperate to touch and take, and I know if I start, I won’t be able to stop myself until I have every fucking inch of her.

“I can’t. We can’t. I’m not making you chase,” she murmurs. “I promise. I’m simply making you appreciate the prize.”

“Fuck me, Sutton. Right here. Right now. Take me.”

Her laugh is low and throaty as she scratches her nails down the front of my shirt, my dick jumping to attention at the sensation. “Seems someone is taking their own advice about begging.”

The knock on the door is loud, but it takes a second to seep into my subconscious and react. But by the time I do, Sutton has already jumped back a few feet and is smirking at me. “Saved by the bell.”

I step forward, put my hand against the small of her back, and yank her against me. “I promise you nothing’s going to save you from me.” My chuckle is smothered when I don’t give her time to react or back away and brand my lips to hers. The kiss is angry and hungry and fueled with a desperation I’ve never felt before for someone.

It’s because I can’t have her. I know it. She knows it. Or maybe it’s because I know I can have it, but I’m too fucking fixated on her that I can’t figure out the answer.

“Sutton? You there?” There is more knocking on the front door.

“Callahan.” She presses her hands against my chest, but I steal one more kiss. “I have to get the door.”

She goes to walk away, but her hand is in mine and I hold her still. “You kissed me. You can deny that you want this, but your touch says differently.”