Page 35 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
I stare into her warm, uncertain eyes, and will her to see the truth. After a minute, when she doesn’t say anything, I reach up and cup the side of her soft cheek and gently run my nose across the side of her face, until my mouth brushes her ear. “Tell me you hear me, baby. I need you to believe me, Grace.”
She lets out a tiny sigh, “I believe you, Sawyer.”
I trail my lips back across the side of her face, not kissing, just tracing her smooth cheek until my forehead rests on hers again. I look into her heavy-lidded gaze, knowing that if I made my move on her now she wouldn’t turn me away. And fuck do I want to, I fucking ache for her like I have never ached for another. But I want her to fully trust me first; I can’t fuck this up.
“What are you doing up? Other than playing charades with yourself.”
She giggles and turns red again. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I would get an early start on the pies for the diner.”
“You need to sleep, Grace.”
“I know, but this is what always happens to me. There was a time where I trained my body to wake every so often, to make sure I wouldn’t be caught off guard. And I can’t seem to get off that schedule.”
The fear that fills those pretty fucking eyes as she says this sends a dangerous violence pumping through me. “Tell me!” I growl out. She licks her lips and I feel her start to shake.
She shakes her head, “I’m sorry, Sawyer. But I just can’t talk about it, at least not right now.”
I can tell she’s not going to open up to me about that part of her life yet. Leaning in, I kiss her cheek. “I’ll leave it alone for now, but know we are going to talk about this eventually, Grace, and you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened.”
She stares at me, saying nothing. I decide this is enough heavy shit for one night. “All right if you’re not going to go back to bed then can I help you?”
Her eyes widen in shock, “You want to help me make a pie?”
I shrug, “Sure, why not?” I’m willing to do pretty much fucking anything just to be around her. And okay… really, I have no intentions of helping; I just plan to eat as she makes it. But she doesn’t need to know that.
She gives a small smile, “All right come on.”
Getting up she grabs the ice cream and throws it back in the freezer. Her cheeks turn pink again. “Uh, we will make a different pie now.”
I smirk, “I think that’s a good idea, baby. That bitch doesn’t deserve her own pie.”
She giggles, “I originally intended to just do a lemon meringue and apple pie so let’s just stick with that. Can you grab me the lemons from the fridge please?”
I walk over and open the fridge. “Which ones do you want: green or yellow?”
When she doesn’t answer I look over to see her smiling at me in amusement. “Yellow. The green ones are limes,” she replies, holding back a laugh.
Well how the hell am I supposed to know that? I don’t know this shit. The only thing I can manage making is a fucking sandwich.
I hand her the yellow ones then go see what she has in one of the mixing bowls. It looks fucking good whatever it is, like whip cream or something. I stick my finger in…
She gasps and slaps me, “Sawyer, you can’t do that!”
“Why?” I ask, then stick the finger in my mouth, “Oh fuck that’s good.”
“It’s unsanitary. I can’t serve that at a restaurant. Now I have to make a whole new bowl.”
I shrug, “No one will know.”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you just said that.” She laughs and pulls out another bowl to remake the shit.
Whatever. Leaning over I see what’s in the other bowl. This shit looks fucking good too. I grab an apple slice that’s coated in some sort of gooey shit.
“SAWYER!” Grace slaps me again. “Ugh! Go sit, now!” she points at the kitchen table.
I chuckle at her pissed-off face and do as she asks. Fine, I’ll just watch her while she makes the shit, then I can stare at her tight sexy ass.
She throws the bowls down in front of me. “Here, you may as well finish them now, since I have to make new ones.”
“Well thanks, Cupcake.” She shakes her head, but I don’t miss the twitch of her lips.
So for the rest of the night I watch her work. We talk, I make her laugh, which is starting to become my favorite fucking thing to do in the world, and it’s then I realize I’m in very serious shit when it comes to this girl. Because doing something so simple with her, ends up being one of the best nights of my life.
The next morning we walk into the diner so Grace can drop off her pies.
“Have a seat and I’ll get you some coffee,” she says before disappearing into the back. I walk over and sit at the end of the counter so I’m out of the way. She comes back out a minute later, bringing me a cup of coffee with two sugars and two creams, just the way I like.
I smile smugly, “Thanks, Cupcake. Nice to know you’ve been paying such close attention to me.”
She rolls her eyes, “In your dreams, Evans.” Man, if she only fucking knew what she does in my dreams… “Hang tight. I’m just gonna help Mac get goin’ till Ruby gets here. She’s running a few minutes late.” I nod and try to tamp down my semi- erect cock, from thinking about what she does to me in my dreams. Or what I do to her… oh fuck!
I watch her walk to the other end of the counter, and can’t help but stare at her sexy ass that’s covered by tight black leggings like second skin. She’s wearing those fucking socks of hers over top, but a different color. These ones are burgundy. I’m pretty sure she owns every color of the goddamn things and they’re just as hot over clothes as they are without… well, okay, maybe not without. Her black, off the shoulder shirt makes me want to kiss and taste the smooth golden skin that’s on display. Her long blonde hair is down and wavy, just the way I like it…
