Page 52 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
He says nothing as turmoil washes over his face. It makes me feel awful, I decide I need to learn to shut up and mind my own darn business.
“Well anyways… just wanted you to know that. Thank you for acceptin’ my apology.” Turning, I start to walk out the door when John calls my name, stopping me.
I turn around just as he walks up to me. He surprises the heck out of me by pulling me against him, envelopin’ me in a hug. I stand stunned for only a second before I wrap my arms around his waist. “I’m glad to know my boy has been there for you, Grace. You’re a good girl, and that father of yours is a damn idiot. Any man would be lucky to have you as their daughter. I want you to know you’re always welcome in my home and my family.”
His words have my heart swelling with emotion. I want to tell him how much his kind words mean to me but fear I will break down if I do. So I hug him a little tighter and choke out a thank you.
He plants a quick kiss on my head, another thing that reminds me of Sawyer, then releases me and walks out. I stay where I am, trying to absorb what just happened. It amazes me how fast this family has accepted me and has made me feel a part of it.
Eventually my bladder reminds me I was on my way to the bathroom. Shaking myself from my thoughts I walk out the door and continue down the long hallway. As I walk past the second door I let out a startled yelp when someone grabs my arm and pulls me into the room. Before I can even comprehend what’s happening, I’m up off my feet and pinned against the wall. I quickly register Sawyer’s yummy scent before I feel his erection grind against me. My reaction is instant. Letting out a moan, I lock my legs around his waist. The room is dark, only a small glow that’s cast from the open, curtained window. But even the darkness can’t hide the emotions that are blazing in Sawyer’s dark green eyes right now.
“Sawyer?” I ask, wondering if everything’s okay.
Instead of answering he brings his mouth down on mine, slowly but firmly, and kisses me in a way I have never been kissed before, not even by him. Every time we have kissed it has been desperate and loaded with pent-up need, and although the desire is still here, with us, in this moment, it’s different. Because right now he kisses me with a warmth and affection I have never known.
I have no idea how much time passes when he pulls his mouth from mine. I take in deep breaths and keep my eyes closed, wanting to bask in this beautiful moment for as long as I can.
I feel him stare at me, his warm breath caressing my lips from his close proximity. Wanting to see his handsome face, I open my eyes to see him looking at me in a way that makes me feel like he did a minute ago with his kiss. Like I was special, like I mean somethin’ to him.
“Hi,” I croak out, not knowing what else to say.
He gives me one of his sexy smirks, “Hi, Cupcake.”
“Why are you hiding behind doors, preying on innocent women?”
He chuckles, “I’m only preying on one woman, baby.” Leaning in, he starts nuzzling my neck. I drop my head back against the wall to give him more access.
“Oh really? Tell me all about her,” I try to say it teasingly, but it comes out breathless.
“She’s fucking beautiful,” he mumbles as he continues to lick and suck, “she makes the best fucking pies in the world and she smells like cupcakes.”
He takes a little nip and the sharp sting has me moaning, “Mmmm! She sounds yummy.”
He chuckles but then it quickly turns into a groan, “Oh baby, she tastes fucking delicious.” To drive the point home he slams his erection into me, making me gasp and whimper. “And she wears sexy fuck-me boots. Jesus Christ, woman, where did you find these things and why haven’t I seen them yet?”
“They are your sister’s.”
And just like that Sawyer goes from hot to cold. Tensing, he drops his head to my shoulder. “Well fuck me. That just completely killed the fantasy I was having.”
“Well you asked. Next time keep quiet and use your mouth for other things,” I tease.
Lifting his head, his heated gaze penetrates mine, capturing my breath with the intensity of it. “Is that what you want, baby? For me to bury my mouth again in your sweet pussy?”
His words have my need spiking to a whole new level. “Yes, among other things,” I moan out, grindin’ myself against his erection.
He returns a groan of his own and drives his cock against me harder. Keeping one hand on my ass he takes the other one and moves it between our bodies so he can shove it inside my panties.
I gasp when he finds my wet slit, and fire races across my body from his touch. “Jesus, you’re fucking soaked.”
I want to tell him that I get like that every time I’m around him, but like always when he touches me, I’m only capable of making incoherent sounds.
I cry out when he thrusts two fingers inside me. “So fucking tight. This sweet pussy is going to feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick, baby. It’s all I’ve thought about.”
“Me too.”
My admission makes him growl, “Tonight, Grace. Tonight I’m going to have you, and I’m going to make you come so many fucking times you will think you’re dying from pleasure,” he begins thrusting his fingers faster inside of me.
“Sawyer,” I whimper and grind against his hand, trying to find the release I desperately crave.
He brings his mouth close to my ear as his fingers continue their delicious assault. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you. Lift up your shirt for me, I have my hands full at the moment,” he says with a dirty grin.
