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This man would never hurt me. Not physically, at least.
Emotional warfare is an entirely different story.
Either way, I drag my tired eyes up his muscled forearms, taking in the gorgeous ink peeking out from under his shoved-up sleeves, then across his broad chest, which is stretching a dark long-sleeved cotton tee to its limits. I stand, my muscles no longer the only thing perking up.Nope. Not anymore
Maybe I’m not as tired as I thought.
“Long shift, Red?” Sawyer’s cocky grin annoys me, but he’s not wrong. My shift was long and hard but so incredibly rewarding, I can’t help my responding smile.
“Why, Kingston... I’d almost think you care.”
He shakes his head and crosses those muscled arms over his chest. “Not at all. Just wondering if you have enough energy to deliver on the promises your eyes are making.”
“Are you serious? I’ve been delivering babies for over eighteen hours straight, and that lame line was the best you’ve got?” I poke his chest and relish the way he doesn’t budge beneath my finger. “No lame lines. That’s a new rule. In fact, no lines at all. There’s no need to try and woo me.” I wonder if I could get away with a no-talking rule.
I’ve got much better ideas on ways to keep his mouth busy.
He laughs, and the rough sound rolls over my skin. “Woo you?” He takes two steps forward, and I take two back, caught up in an unwilling dance until I’m caged against my own house.
Tired.
Annoyed.
Turned-on.
The familiar trifecta occurring whenever I’m around Sawyer Kingston.
“Jesus Christ, Red. If that’s what you think wooing looks like, I feel sorry for you.” He trails a light finger along my hairline before tucking a wayward lock behind my ear. “You’ve clearly been missing out.”
Damn him.
I can’t control the shiver racking my body in response to his touch. Or how my nipples peak in anticipation.Fucking biology.
And that cocky smile emerges again, haunting me, right before he leans in and brushes his lips over the shell of my ear. “If I were trying to romance you, you’d know it. And you’d like it.”
Fuck him forprobablybeing right. But two can play at this game.
I run my palms up his chest and around his neck, then slowly and dramatically inhale his crisp, clean scent.
Oh hell, he smells good. I like that.
Focus, Wren.
Ugh. He drives me nuts.
I bury my fingers in his hair and tuck my face against his rough beard. Planting a warm, wet kiss on his jaw as I rub against his body with mine, scrubs and all, and whisper, “Do you want to fuck me, Kingston?”
I know the answer.
Sawyer’s dick is hard and thick and pressing against my stomach, leaving little to the imagination.
Not sure if this is what everyone meant about having fun and letting loose. But it’s definitely the best idea I’ve had in a long time.
“I’m a man, Red. So yeah, I want to fuck you, but I might need to gag you first.” What the hell is wrong with me that I find the idea of him gagging me arousing? “Did you buy any condoms yet?”
Wait... what?
Condoms.
