Page 82 of The Haunting Plot

The comical way his brows shoot to his hairline has me covering the snicker threatening to escape. “The what?”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older,” I say, as I set the last dish in the drying rack and empty the sink.

“Are you finally ready to do this?” Sawyer asks, his voice deepening as he rounds the kitchen island.

Pausing my cleaning efforts, I lean against the counter, watching as he stalks toward me. Am I ready to go further with him? I can’t deny how he’s carved out a place in this house and in my heart. “I figured you wouldn’t let that kiss go.”

“Can you blame me? That was something.”

“I couldn’t stand the way she was talking to you.”

“So that kiss was for Jocelyn?” The look of disappointment on his face feels like a lead weight in my gut.

His touch feels so natural, so right, that over the past few weeks I’ve found myself craving it. I take a step toward him. “I won’t lie and protect your ego. It was.”

“Oh.” His gaze drops, and I lean over, capturing his hand in mine.

“But it was for me too. I know I’ve been hot and cold with you, but it takes time for me to trust people. It hurt that you lied to me about the romance books. The cock ring debacle did earn you points, though. But when I saw you today in my kitchen, something just clicked into place, and I don’t want to push you away anymore. And the makeovers sealed it.”

“Thank fuck.”

He crowds me against the counter, an arm on either side caging me in. “I don’t know how you do this,” I admit, tilting my face up to his.

“What am I doing?”

“You find ways of getting close to me without touching me. So close, all I can do is think about how you would feel. Your hands on me. Your lips.”

He leans closer, the heat of his cheek lighting a fire against mine as his warm breath tickles my ear. “I know touch is hard for you, but I want you to crave mine. Just know that it takes every ounce of willpower in me not to put my hands on you every time I see you.”

“My room. Now,” I purr.

CHAPTER 20

SAWYER

Ican’t wait to get my hands on this woman. She shifts on the bed as I crawl closer, snapping her legs closed like she’s suddenly shy.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Don’t you dare hide that beautiful pussy from me. Open your legs.” Pausing, I wait for her to obey my command.

“I wasn’t expecting this. I’m not prepared.”

“What does that mean?”

She sighs heavily as if this admission pains her. “I haven’t shaved. And I’m wearing my granny panties. I was prepared for a slumber party tonight, not this.”

“I don’t know what granny panties are, but I don’t give a fuck about any of that. Besides, I’ve already seen you naked. There’s not a strand of hair or strip of fabric that could stop me from devouring your perfect cunt.”

“And you’re old, so at least poor eyesight will be on my side.”

“Fuck you, I’m only seven years older than you, Miss Granny Panties.”

She laughs at my teasing, and the sound goes straight to my dick, making it press against the seam of my pants, aching to be set free.

I reach for her waist so I can strip her down, but her eyes flick to my hands. “Do you want me to stop?”