Page 45 of Sawyer
Maybe Jerry’s right.I know Whispers is where billionaires come to hide, and maybe this little town has more to offer me in business than I originally gave it credit for.I think about his words, about him and his wife, and then I think about Annabelle.I have meetings scheduled with my team and a to-do list to check off, but knowing she’s now home from work and the boys are not with her at the moment, I grab my jacket and head out the door.
20
Annabelle
With Noah still with Debbie baking cookies and Kevin at baseball training with Harvey, I have a few hours at home on my own before I need to collect them both.So that means my hands are in the dirt, trying to sort out the vegetable patch I’ve been meaning to get to for weeks.
Summer’s coming, and things are looking good.The peas have started to slow, so I have cut them back.The broccoli and cauliflower have completely stopped, which both my boys will be happy about.So I clear them out and then plant some cucumbers and tomatoes, already salivating at the fresh summer salads I can make.I wipe my brow and cringe a little, forgetting for a moment about the slash on my forehead.My eyes canvass the farm quickly, as they have all day.I no longer feel safe here, especially on my own.But it’s quiet now, so I just get on with things.I have no other choice.
Just as I finish, I hear a vehicle approach, and my heart jumps as fear takes hold, but I relax the minute I notice it’s Sawyer.I smile.He stayed last night.For the first time in years, I had a man in my house.In my bed.The way his hands caressed my body still makes me throb down below.Even now, as I watch him drive up to the house, my skin prickles.I never realized what I’d been missing all these years of having my mind focused on the boys and our livelihood.Entertaining a man was not a priority and not something I was looking for.
I wasn’t expecting him back so early.We didn’t talk this morning about what it all means, but I hoped he would come back.I hoped my feelings weren’t one-sided.I enjoy spending time with him, and the way he made me feel last night, I want to repeat over and over.It’s been a long time since I felt like a wanted woman.A woman that a man wanted to touch, that a man wanted to kiss.I wasn’t a mom, I wasn’t a teacher, I wasn’t a hardworking, struggling parent.I was just me, and he wanted me, and it felt good.
“Hey.”Tilting my head in question, I stand as he hops out of his truck, the shiny polish reflecting the bright sun, his suit wrinkle free, his shoes high shine.I brush my dirty hands over my thighs, trying to look at least half as decent as he does, but it's futile.“You’re back early.”
He smiles, his eyes locked on mine.“Missed you.”
I think my knees give way.This is what every girl dreams of.This is the moment in all the movies I watched as a teenager, the ones where I dreamed that someone would sweep me off my feet.Both literally and figuratively.
“Me too.”My heart is beating out of my chest for a whole different reason now, my fear long forgotten.I’ve been thinking about him all day.
“I also forgot something.”
I frown, pretty sure he took his briefcase and all his things this morning, not remembering seeing anything else of his left behind.
“Oh?What was it?”
He stalks toward me, steel determination on his face and a sneaking glint in his eye.
“This,” is all he says once he’s in front of me, his hands cupping my face before he slams his lips into mine so fiercely it almost knocks me from my feet.
But I don’t fall.He drops one arm and wraps it around my waist tight, my chest flush against his as his fingers run up to my scalp and thread into my hair.His lips are demanding, and after a split-second of surprise and awe, mine follow suit.
“Sawyer?”My body melts like butter in his hold as I lift my hands and run them up his arms.Feeling safe and wanted in his embrace, I kiss him back just as feverishly.
“You’re all I can think about,” he says, and I moan in agreement.
“The feeling of you…” he continues as I try to get a hold of myself, my body now feeling out of control with desire.
“The smell of you…” His lips take what he needs, and I’m nearly breathless.
“The way your body moves against mine.Your beautiful little moans…”
I moan again in response, one he swallows with another consuming kiss.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.”I dig my fingers in his hair, pulling his head closer, not getting enough of him.“The kids aren’t home…”
Instantly, he leans down and grabs the back of my thighs, scooping me up, and I wrap my legs around him.
“Tell me you want to go to your room.”
I know he would stop if I wanted to, but I don’t.I very much want to keep going.
“Yes.Please.”
That’s all it takes before he strides to the house, carrying me like I weigh nothing, our lips not leaving each other’s.I’m glad no one is around, because we probably look ridiculous, him all high polish, me like I crawled out of a cave, yet our bodies fit so well together.We mesh just right.
He climbs up the porch stairs, pushing through the front door, leaning me against the wall, the same place we started last night.
