Page 46 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“How far is your parent’s place from here?”
“Around forty five-minutes. I’m actually from a small town just outside of Denver; I grew up in the country.”
I smile over at him, “You’re a country boy, Evans? I would have never guessed that. Do you own a cowboy hat too?” I ask, snickerin’.
Sawyer grunts unamused, “Not that kind of country, baby. You’ll see.” My curiosity peaks at that.
“All right tell me again about your family?” I’ve never been more nervous to meet people in all my life.
“Well my dad owns his own construction company and my mom does a shit-load of charity work. My youngest sister, Sam, graduates this year (with honors actually) and my middle sister, Jesse, is your age- she’s in the fashion industry. She makes clothes and shit, even has her own store.” You can tell he’s proud of them all.
“They seem real great, Sawyer. I sure hope they like me,” I say nervously, looking out the window again.
I turn back to him when he takes my hand and laces his fingers with mine. “They’re going to love you, baby, just like everyone does when they meet you. And if they don’t I’ll kick their ass.”
Chuckling, I roll my eyes, “You can’t kick someone’s ass for not liking me, Sawyer.”
“The hell I can’t. I’ll kick anyone’s ass who hurts my Cupcake’s feelings.”
I laugh again at the ridiculous statement but I can’t deny the little flip in my tummy. I really like it when he says things like that. I haven’t had someone care about my feelins’ in a long time and it feels really good.
I watch him now, finding it sexy the way his big, lean body fills the massive SUV. Where my seat is all the way pushed forward, his is all the way back to accommodate his long legs. He’s wearing black track pants that look hot as hell on him. I take in his winter Puma coat and realize it’s the first time I’ve seen him wear a jacket. His dirty blonde hair wisps out the side of his black Hurley hat and makes my fingers itch to run through it.
Leaning over I rip his hat off. “Hey! What the hell are you doing, woman?”
Giggling, I crawl over to him and wrap one arm around his neck and the other hand in his silky, messy strands. I keep my arm out of his vision so I don’t disrupt his drivin’. His delicious masculine scent penetrates my senses as I plant a big, loud smooch on his sexy face. I drag my nose along his cheek till my mouth hits his ear,
“Thank you for bringin’ me with you, Sexy Sawyer.” After I whisper the words I give a little nip to his ear like he always does to mine.
A low growl rumbles from his throat and the sound of it hits me right between the legs. He reaches one of his big hands over and cups my ass. “Baby, you better get the fuck back over in that seat of yours before I pull this bitch over and fuck you right here on the side of the road for all the traffic to see.” I laugh at the strain in his voice, loving that I affect him like this. He growls again but this one sounds a little more dangerous. “I’m fucking serious, Grace, my restraint is about to fucking snap.”
Yikes.
“All right I was just teasin’, ya grump.” I give him one more loud smooch on the cheek then put his hat back in place.
He grunts, “There’s nothing funny about how hard you make my dick, Cupcake.” Then he reaches over and laces his fingers with mine again. “But, Grace,” I look up at him, “I’m glad you came too, baby.” Then he brings my hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to the inside of my wrist. His words, mixed in with the small gesture, completely warms my heart.
“And I’ve got big plans for that beautiful ass of yours this weekend.”
I roll my eyes, “You just had to ruin a perfect romantic moment with your big mouth, Evans, didn’t ya?”
“I use my mouth best, baby, you know that,” he says winking at me.
Sexy bugger!
I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t want to know what these plans of his are. Major sexual tension has been consuming the both of us since the other night, and I’m more than ready to take us to the next step. We haven’t talked about making anything between us official but I’ve come to care very deeply for Sawyer, more than I have ever cared about another guy before. Although the feeling scares me a little I’m not going to let my fear get in the way. I’m just going to take in stride what he has to offer me, because I have a feelin’ I will never care about someone else the way I do him.
We ride in comfortable silence the rest of the way, my heart feeling lighter. Confusion fills me when we pull up to a huge rod-iron gate, but anxiety quickly replaces it when Sawyer leans over and punches in some numbers.
“Uh, Sawyer, where are we?”
The automatic gate opens and Sawyer looks over at me with an expression that spikes my anxiety higher, “My parent’s place.”
He begins to drive down a long winding driveway. One that you would see in the movies, leading us to the biggest, most beautiful house I have ever seen. No, not house, mansion.
“You’re rich!” I shout, looking over at him incredulously, “why didn’t you tell me this?”
He narrows his eyes, “Because it’s not a big fucking deal, that’s why.”
Is he crazy?
“It’s just money, Grace.”
Ha! Easy for him to say.
I look back at the ginormous house. Oh gosh, this is going to be a total disaster. There is no way I’m going to fit in here. I swallow thickly and look down at my clothes.
“Don’t fucking start that shit!” he growls out.
My gaze snaps to his pissed off one and I feel my own anger spike, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. That you let me find out this way!”
