Page 26 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“Thank you.” Her quiet reply has me feeling like shit for snapping at her.
On my way out I take in the small one-level house. For an older home it’s still in relatively good condition. Grace has done well making it her own; it suits her. Small, simple, sweet…
Seriously, Evans? Sweet? Jesus Christ, I sound like a fucking pussy.
Shaking my head, I grab the remainder of the supplies from my truck and bring them into the kitchen. I pour the dog some food and get him water. On my way out I stop abruptly when I spot the over-sized picture that hangs on the fridge of Grace, and what I’m assuming is her mom, since the lady looks just like her. They look like they’re at some fair; Grace stands behind the beautiful woman with her arms wrapped around her neck while her mom holds up a delicious looking pie. There’s a first place ribbon attached to the picture. My gaze focuses on the young, happy Grace. Even though I have seen her laugh and smile, I have never seen her look this happy. My chest constricts painfully at seeing just how much she’s lost.
Heading back towards the bedroom my shitty mood turns right around when I reach the open doorway.
Oh fuck me!
Grace is kneeling on the floor, with her ass up in the air, while hugging the damn dog again. She’s changed into her pajamas… well if you could call them that- short fucking shorts that mold to her small, tight ass like a second skin. My dick spikes at the beautiful sight, begging to be inside of her.
“Everythin’ is gonna be okay, Chuckie. We’re gonna be each other’s family now. I promise, I’ll never leave ya, and I’ll take real good care of ya.”
My chest pulls tight at her words. Not wanting her to think I’m eavesdropping, I clear my throat. Turning around, startled, she turns a furious shade of red, realizing I heard her. I smile, but it dies fucking quick when she stands up.
Oh sweet fucking Christ!
Her matching tank top is just as tight as her shorts and showcases the best fucking tits I’ve ever seen. My gaze zeroes in on her tight nipples that poke through the stretchy fabric, making my mouth water. Wanting to soak up the rest of her, my eyes travel down her small toned legs that are half covered by big-ass grey wool knitted socks that come up to her thighs. They’re cute and sexy as hell, making her look like some fucking playboy snow bunny.
Now she’s the one clearing her throat. I swing my gaze up to her red face and smile, not caring that she caught me.
“Nice socks, Cupcake.”
Her cheeks turning redder, she drops her gaze and crosses her arms, trying to hide her tits, but instead has pushed them up for my viewing.
“Oh uh, thanks. Kayla and Julia bought me a few pairs for my birthday a while back. They’re called Alpine thigh highs and they’re from ‘Grace and Lace’; they’re my favorite. I wear them as slippers sometimes… Okay never mind, you don’t care,” she trails off, embarrassed by her rambling.
I let out a chuckle. Fuck she’s cute!
She clears her throat nervously again, “Thank you again, Sawyer, for coming when I called. I don’t know what I would have done. I didn’t want to call Julia and have her drivin’ over so late, bein’ pregnant and all. I guess I could have called Kayla…”
I walk over and cup her face gently, bringing those beautiful warm amber eyes to mine. “You don’t need to thank me, Grace, I’m glad it was me that you called. I told you anytime you need me I’ll come.”
Nodding, she gives me a shaky smile, “I promise to pay you back. Maybe I can…”
I cover her mouth with my hand and shake my head, “We’re not going to fucking talk about this, Grace.”
Her eyes spark with anger, but before she can argue I pull her against me. She grabs on to my chest, clutching my shirt in her hands to steady herself. Her eyes go wide and she sucks in a sharp breath when she feels my hard cock against her stomach.
I rest my forehead against hers. “You need to learn how to accept help from people, Cupcake.”
We stare at each other in silence, the air around us thick with so much fucking hot tension I’d swear it was going to burn us both alive.
My gaze drops to her mouth when she unintentionally licks those sexy fucking pink lips of hers… Oh fuck do I want to taste her…
“I don’t like acceptin’ help from people because you never know what they’re gonna expect in return.”
Some of my lust fades and is replaced with fury at seeing the pain in her eyes. There’s still so much she’s hiding. I will fucking find out who do this to her, and when I do they’re going to fucking pay.
Bringing a hand up, I cup her smooth warm cheek. “You don’t owe me anything, Grace, ever. Well… except maybe pie. I want my own special pie, one that’s as fucking amazing as I am.”
She lets out one of her sweet fucking giggles, which is what I was hoping for. The sound of it makes my dick pound to the same rhythm as my heart beat. “Well now, that I can do, Sexy Sawyer.”
Smiling, I trail my thumb across her moist plump lip, her eyes storm, showing me she fucking craves me just as badly as I crave her. Leaning in, I bring my lips to hers, just a feather of a touch. A small gasp escapes her, and the sound goes straight to my dick. I stay still, because even though I fucking ache to kiss her and taste her sweet mouth, I promised her I wouldn’t until she asked. I can see how badly she wants it, but I also see fear. I know I still have a lot to make up for, after Jenny, so I don’t push it; instead I trail my nose across her soft cheek until my mouth brushes her ear.
