Page 32 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
Turning around, I see Sawyer laughing. He pulls my ear protection off and hangs them around my neck. “Baby, you don’t need these on till you shoot. Otherwise you can’t hear me.”
Oh, I guess that makes sense. “Sorry,” I reply embarrassed.
Sawyer grins, “It’s not a big deal. I have to say, Cupcake, you look pretty fucking cute in all this gear.”
I roll my eyes but feel myself blush deeper. Sheesh, I hate that.
I watch Sawyer open the steel case that he brought from my house. I had figured last night, when we went to his place and got his stuff, there were guns in it but I didn’t want to think about it. Because then I would think about why he may need them and that would just get me all worked up again. Even though I am still upset and terrified, I feel a whole lot better knowin’ Sawyer is with me. I meant what I said: no one makes me feel safer than him.
As much as I hate guns, I have to admit, Sawyer looks damn good while loadin’ one. I look over the rest of him while I wait. It really is unfair how incredibly hot the man is. Today he’s wearin’ his standard kick-ass sexy jeans and T-shirt that molds in all the right places and hangs just right in others.
Even though there’s nothin’ fancy about his clothes it still makes me feel dowdy in my black yoga pants and hot pink tank.
When he clears his throat my eyes shoot up to his, and my face turns a serious shade of red when I see his smug smile.
“Whenever you’re done looking, Cupcake, I’m ready.”
I narrow my eyes, “I’d be careful how smug you get, Evans, considerin’ you’re puttin’ a gun in my hands.”
Chuckling, he turns his black Hurley hat backwards then puts his own glasses on. Oh damn, I swear he just got hotter, it ain’t right.
He hands me the gun now; I take it nervously then listen to his instructions about takin’ off the safety and how to hold it.
“All right, turn around,” he says, grabbing onto my shoulders, turning me himself. “Spread your legs shoulder-width apart, and this foot just a little step in front of the other.”
I follow his instruction, but it isn’t good enough. “No wider,” grabbing a hold of my hips, he kicks my feet further apart with his.
Holy moses that was hot.
Feelin’ the warmth of his hands on my waist is makin’ it hard for me to pay attention.
“All right, now hold up the gun.” I raise it. “Forward, baby. You’re going to shoot the goddamn roof off holding it like that,” Sawyer laughs.
I get embarrassed. “Stop laughin’ at me. You act like I should be an expert or somethin’. It’s not like I’ve ever done this before.”
“I’m not laughing at you, Cupcake.”
“Yes you are!”
“All right, I am.” I elbow him in the stomach, which only makes him chuckle more.
Stupid, sexy jerk.
“Okay, I promise I’ll stop. Now hold your arms in front of you and I’ll reposition your hands, to show you how to hold the gun.”
I raise the gun again, this time directly in front of me. Sawyer starts explainin’ somethin’ but his words completely fade away when his hard, warm body presses against my back, and his arms come around mine, helping me hold the gun.
Oh god! For a girl who’s never had an orgasm before I’m pretty sure I’m about to have one, and the man isn’t even doin’ anythin’ to me.
The heat from his body, mixed in with his delicious masculine scent, has completely short-circuited my brain, makin’ it impossible for any coherent thoughts.
“Grace!” Sawyer’s warning growl in my ear has me snappin’ back into my head. His breath in my ear jacks up my desire to a whole new level. Grabbing my hips, he pulls my ass into his giant erection.
I gasp, and without meanin’ to, a small moan escapes my lips. Good lord, I’m not sure my panties have ever been this wet in my life.
He lets out a groan, “Baby, you better stop that shit now. My dick has been so fucking hard for you the last few months. I will have no control to stop myself from bending you over right here, and fucking you within an inch of both our lives.”
Yikes!
I’m pretty sure he ain’t lyin’ about his control. You can hear it in his voice; he’s close to losin’ it, and boy do I ever want to see what he’s like when he loses it… I think.
“Fuck!” Cursing, he pushes away from me.
I grab onto the wall to steady myself and instantly miss the feel of his warm body against mine. I look back at him nervously, and see him strung tight, lookin’ like a caged animal.
His green eyes glow with the same need that I feel. I’ve read about feelins’ like this in my books, but I never ever thought they really existed. I guess I understand what Kayla and Julia are talkin’ about now… well kinda.
Sawyer closes his eyes and looks up at the ceiling, as if tryin’ to regain some measure of control. Well I’m glad to know he feels what I’m feelin’.
A minute later he looks back at me, seeming a little more composed. “All right, turn back around and get into position again.” I do what he asks. This time when he comes back over, he stands to the side of me and places my hands where they need to be.
“Okay, now it’s important to keep your arms locked and tight, do not loosen your stance.”
I nod in understanding, but my hands start visibly shaking from nerves. “You got this, Grace.”
I’m not so sure about that; I don’t feel very confident at all. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sawyer put on his ear protection, then he reaches over, putting mine in place.
He nods, givin’ me the go-ahead, but I stand frozen. My body starts shakin’ as badly as my hands, and tears form in my eyes. Which is so stupid; it’s nothin’ to cry over, but for some reason I’m terrified to pull the trigger.
