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Did I buy condoms? “Of course, I bought condoms.” I push back and grab my work bag and keys. “I’m not sure if the ones I picked up are small enough for you though. But we can give it the good old college try.”
The look he gives me as that eye twitches, yet again, says it all.
This man is confident. He knows I’m full of shit. And he knows I remember exactly how big his thick dick is. The magnums I have tucked in my nightstand will prove that later.
Once the door is unlocked, I push through, leaving it open for Sawyer to join me if he wants but not inviting him in.Hey,at least I’ll know he’s not a vampire.
I kick off my sneakers and drop my jacket and bag on the chair before turning around to look at him. He’s taking in my house. Well technically, I guess it’shishouse since I’m just renting it. The view of the lake and Kroydon Falls are what sold me on it when I started working with a realtor from the other side of the country. Not that I’ll have much time to enjoy it with my schedule. White walls and tons of windows give it a very cottage-chic feel I love. Unfussy. Lived in. The opposite of me on so many levels. But the truth is I feel at home here in a way I haven’t felt in years.
Sawyer takes a predatory step forward, and I hold out my hand to stop him, suddenly unsure of what I’m doing. “I need to shower.”
“Want some help?” His raspy voice holds a hell of a promise I’d probably enjoy taking him up on.
“Help?” I slip my pink scrub top over my head and drop it to the floor. “No. I don’t want your help.”
He takes another step forward, and I back up as I untie the ribbon of my scrub pants, slipping my hands inside. “I’ll never need your help, Kingston.”
I step out of my pants and watch Sawyer’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
Standing in front of him in pale-pink panties and a matching bra, I’m suddenly glad I did my laundry over the weekend and that I’m not wearing granny panties and a sports bra. His pupils blow wide, and his hands reach for me as I spin away from him, putting an extra sway of my hips in each step I take upstairs.
I feel his presence behind me without him uttering a word.
He doesn’t speak, doesn’t touch. Not until I stop to open my bedroom door. That’s when his lips graze over my shoulder, and he bites down against my heated skin.
A small moan slips past my lips before I push into the room with his hands on my hips and guide us into the master bath. I think about slipping into the giant soaking tub, but something about that seems intimate, and that’s not what we are. Instead, I open the glass shower door and turn on all four body sprays as well as both overhead sprays, then turn while I wait for the water to warm.
“You’re overdressed.”
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Sawyer
Wren’s hands reach for the hem of my shirt, shoving it up over my head, while I kick off my jeans. She pushes me back against the sink, then holds me at arm’s length. “I need to wash the stench of the hospital off me.”
She briefly loses a little of the bravado I’ve seen since she came home to Kroydon Hills.
But after a moment, the mask slides back into place. “You can either join me or give me five minutes and meet me in the bedroom.” She opens the glass door and shimmies out of her bra and panties. Her perfect pale-pink nipples are peaked and mouthwatering, tempting me to take. To taste. To fucking devour every inch of her flawless porcelain skin.
“Your choice.” She turns and steps under the water, and my cock leaks in my boxers seconds before I strip them off and join her.
Like there’s any choice.
She squeezes a citrus-smelling shampoo onto her head, and I step up behind her and massage it through her hair. With her entire body, she relaxes against mine for a moment while I rinse the suds from her hair and watch as they glide over her body.
It’s the first time I can remember the two of us being silent. Her being pliant. No sarcasm. No nasty retorts. Just us and the quiet.
But the calm doesn’t last.
Wren turns around and drops to her knees with a wicked smile on her face as the hot water trickles over her soft skin. She looks up at me through long lashes and lidded eyes, waiting. “I’m pretty sure I owe you a blow job, Kingston.”
I reach down and push her hair away from her face, then rub my thumb over her jaw. “Open up for me, Red.”
Without hesitation, she parts her lips and swirls her tongue around the head of my throbbing cock. The water pounds down over both of us while she fists the base.
A smug smile pulls at my lips when her hand can’t quite wrap entirely around me.
Jesus Christ, the sight of this woman on her knees tugs at every fucking ounce of restraint I have. I wrap her hair around one fist and tug gently.
