Page 39 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“Yes I’m sure, and I already talked to my mom, Grace. She was fucking ecstatic. So no more excuses okay?”
“All right, if you’re sure.”
I don’t bother repeating myself. We lay in a comfortable silence for a minute. “Know what?” she whispers.
“Why are you whispering?”
She’s silent for a moment before she lets out one of her sweet fucking giggles, “I don’t know.”
I grin, “What, Cupcake?”
“I’ve never been on a plane before.”
“Are you serious?” I ask, shocked.
“Yup.”
“You mean to tell me you have gone your whole life without ever being on a plane?” Then that makes me think of something else. “Wait, how old are you anyways?”
I always assumed she was Julia’s age, but maybe she’s not. “How old do you think I am?”I shrug, “Twenty-four.”
“I’m twenty-one.”
“Holy shit, really?”
“What does that mean?” she sounds insulted now. Shit, way to go, Evans!
“Nothing bad, baby, I’m just shocked. I guess I just always assumed you were Julia’s age.”
“Well how old are you?”
“How old do you think I am?” I mimic her words back.
“Hmmmm…” she shrugs, “I dunno… forty?”
I grunt, knowing she’s fucking with me. Especially when she giggles while saying it.
“I’m just kiddin.”
Yeah, because I didn’t already fucking know that.
“Okay, umm, my guess is twenty-five.”
“Close, baby, twenty-six… Okay now back onto this flying business. How the hell did you get here from Florida if you didn’t fly?”
She doesn’t say anything for a minute and I start to think she isn’t going to answer. “I didn’t come here from Florida, and I took a bus.” My chest pulls tight from the sadness in her voice.
Not wanting to bring up bad shit for her, I hold her tighter and say one more thing before letting it go, “You can sleep tonight, Grace, I’ve got you baby.”
A few seconds later she slings her arm around me; bringing herself flush against me and burrows her face in my chest. “Thank you, Sawyer, for bein’ here for me.” Her voice is thick, and I feel my chest get wet from her silent tears.
Not wanting to talk, I kiss her on the head and stay awake until I feel her fall asleep. And even with my dick as hard as steel, I still think this may just be the best place on earth.
The next morning I awaken in the most amazing warmth, one that’s hard, smooth, safe and smells delicious. Slowly blinking my eyes open, I notice sunlight streaming through the blinds of the window and realize I slept all night. For the first time in three years I did not wake once. Smiling, I close my eyes again and curl into my warmth when my leg comes in contact with something hard; a loud groan fills the air.
Gasping, I snap fully awake and realize I’m almost completely on top of Sawyer, my leg right over his giant erection. Yikes! I shoot up, throwing myself into the wall at the other side of the bed.
I look over at Sawyer, who’s awake with a big, sly grin on his face. “Good morning, Cupcake.”
“Mornin’,” I croak out.
Without meaning to I take in his glorious half-naked state. I thought there was no way I could ever find Sawyer Evans sexier than I already did, but boy was I wrong.
Naturally bronzed skin is stretched across a long, lean, muscular torso; his abs and chest look like they are chiseled out of stone. He bares a tattoo on his left pectoral of some sort of Navy symbol that has an eagle on it. Over top are the words U.S Navy Seals, then under it reads: Seal Team 3. He also has a black tribal-looking tattoo on his upper arm that curves over his shoulder, stopping just before his collarbone. In the middle of the black swirling design is a Celtic cross. I’ve never thought of tattoos really bein’ my thing, but was I very wrong. Sawyer’s tattoos suit him and look so darn sexy that my panties were damp just from looking at them. I notice a few faint scars on his chest, which makes me wonder if that’s what Julia was talkin’ about. My gaze lowers, taking in the white sheet that lays low across his lean hips, doing nothing to shield his giant erection. And lord, what an impressive erection it is, one that’s causing an ache to start between my legs from the sight of it.
A low growl fills the air, tearing me from my thoughts. “You keep looking at me like that, Cupcake, and I will not be responsible for my actions.”
Yikes! I snap my gaze back up to his and feel my face flame with embarrassment. He watches me with cocky amusement, but his eyes burn bright with something else- something that has me shifting to ease my sharp ache.
“How did you sleep?” he asks.
I clear my throat nervously, “Pretty good actually. I didn’t wake once. That’s the first time in three years.”
His cockiness vanishes, leaving his face more sincere. “Maybe this should be our sleeping arrangement from now on then.”
I stare into his heated gaze and also see concern. I nod, “Yeah, maybe it should,” then my lips twitch, “except in my bed, then Chuckie can sleep on it too if he wants.”
He grunts, “I bought that dog a bed for a fucking reason, Cupcake, he can stay on it.” I chuckle when he starts pouting again. He looks over at me. “We should take your pies over to the diner then go get anything you will need for our trip on Friday.”
Oh right. I forgot that in two days I’m goin’ to Denver, Colorado, on an airplane with Sawyer Evans to meet his family. The reminder has excitement and anxiety rushing through my system. I sure hope his family doesn’t mind and they’ll like me.
I agree, and start making a mental list of everythin’ I’m going to need. But my thoughts come to an abrupt halt, and a sharp painful gasp escapes my lips, when Sawyer sits up at the edge of the bed with his back to me. He tenses when he realizes what my gasp was for.
