Page 41 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
Wondering what the weather will be like when we’re there, I walk out of my room to find Sawyer.
“Sawyer?” I call out as I head towards the living room. I come to an abrupt halt when I find him on the couch. My heart stops when I see him reading my book. He looks up at me with a knowing smirk.
“Hey! What are you doin’? Give me that!” I stomp over and try to grab it from him, but he stands quickly, holding it over his head. Of course there is no way in hell I’m anywhere close to reaching it, even with trying to jump.
His cocky grin gets bigger, “Well, well, well, my little Cupcake reads porn. Who knew?”
My face flames with embarrassment. “I do not! It’s a romance novel. Now give it to me.” I try reaching for it again but he holds it higher, out of my reach.
“No it’s not, this shit is porn, baby. Old school porn, but it’s still porn all the same.”
I clench my teeth, “Sawyer, I mean it, give me back my book.”
He chuckles, finding my irritation funny, which makes me want to slap his sexy face. “I have to admit, Grace, this shit is pretty fucking hot. Do you get wet reading it?” I feel my face turn a darker shade of red, which I didn’t think was possible. He opens to the page he was on, holding it over his head and quotes: “He thrusts his cock inside…”
“That’s it! Give it to me now!” I jump and launch myself at him, trying to swipe the book in the process.
Laughing at my attempt, he spins me around so my back is to his front and pulls me in close while I continue to fight against him. “Come on, Grace, you can tell me, it’s okay, even I’m fucking hard reading this shit.” His rough voice rumbles softly in my ear, causing a familiar ache to start between my legs, which just makes me angrier.
“Sawyer, stop it, you’re embarrassin’ me!”
“Don’t be embarrassed, baby. Tell me, do you touch yourself while reading it?”
“No!” I grind out.
He chuckles, “Don’t lie. There is no way you don’t get yourself off, reading this shit.”
“I don’t, you big stupid jerk. I’ve never even had an orgasm before!” I regret the words as soon as they spill from my mouth, but at least it shocks Sawyer enough to let me go. I turn around and rip the book from his hand now.
“What the fuck did you just say?” he asks, staring at me in shock.
I look away, embarrassed. “You heard me. Now if you’re done being an asshole…” I start to walk off but he grabs my arm.
“What do you mean you have never had an orgasm? Are you a fucking virgin?”
I can tell the thought is appalling to him. Looking up, I glare at him, “I am not a virgin, you stupid jerk. For your information I’ve had sex three and a half times!”
Oh geez, shut up Grace! He doesn’t need to know that!
“What?” he asks again, looking at me as if I’ve lost my damn mind, “how the fuck do you have sex three and a half times? That’s not even possible.” Chuckling, he shakes his head, “You know what, hold that thought, first things first- clearly the fucking loser you were with didn’t know how to get you off. All right, fine. But are you seriously fucking telling me, you haven’t been able to get yourself off?”
I didn’t think it was possible for me to get anymore embarrassed, but I was wrong. “You don’t ask random people personal questions like this. What is wrong with you?”
“I’m not asking random people, I’m asking you.”
“Well it’s none of your business,” I mumble, hating this conversation more and more every second.
I feel him watch me for a few seconds before he opens his stupid sexy mouth again. “Ho-ly fuck! You have never touched yourself, have you?”
“Would you stop looking at me like I’m a damn alien? You know what? Forget it, you’re a jerk.”
I storm off but don’t make it far. “Whoa, not so fast there, Cupcake.” He grabs my arm and pulls me back against him, again my back to his front. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to be an asshole. I’m just shocked as fuck right now.”
I relax a little at hearing the sincerity in his voice. “It’s not that big of a deal, Sawyer,” I mumble quietly.
His arms tighten around me, becoming more intimate. When his mouth brushes my ear my heart rate kicks up. “On the contrary, Cupcake, I think it’s a very big fucking deal that someone as beautiful as you has not experienced that kind of pleasure before. It’s an abomination.”
I roll my eyes, “That’s a little bit of an exaggeration there, Evans.” I clear my throat now, feeling incredibly uncomfortable I’m about to admit this, “I’m not real sure I can; maybe there’s somethin’ wrong with me?”
His grip strengthens on my hips, and I gasp when he presses his erection against me. A low growl erupts from his throat, “Believe me, baby, there’s no way there’s anything fucking wrong with you. Let me show you, Grace?”
I tense with surprise from his question. The ache between my legs intensifies and has me desperately wanting to say yes. “Let me touch you, baby. Just that, nothing else, I promise.”
Oh lord, I can’t say no and I don’t want to either. I have thought about his touch for so long…
I nod my head because my throat is too dry to speak. I whimper when his tongue licks my earlobe then tugs it gently between his teeth. “Say it, baby, I want to hear you say it.”
My breathing shallow, my dry throat has my response coming out breathless, “I want you to touch me.”
Sawyer lets out a deep groan, then, before I know it, he’s spinning me around and crushing his mouth to mine.
Oh god!
My knees go weak from the warm connection of his firm lips, and when he thrusts his tongue into my mouth his beautiful, erotic taste floods my senses, leaving me light-headed. My fingers clutch tight in his shirt and I hold on for dear life while he kisses me with a desperation and longing that matches my own.
