The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [45]
Sawyer was there in an instant, his hands clasping her shoulders and jerking her around to face him, hauling her up close on her tiptoes again. Her body flattened against his, and she could feel his hot angry breath on her face, feel the steel hardness of his muscles, tensed for battle.
“You were going to steal my goddamn car!”
“No…” The denial was only a whisper. She still couldn’t quite catch her breath, not after emptying her lungs on that screech.
He took one step forward, and her back came up against the door while his body came up against her front. “If I hadn’t been sitting there in the shadows, you’d be sneaking out right now.” He shook her slightly. “Admit it.”
She swallowed, trying to find her tongue. Instead, the damn tears started. He’d been there all along? She’d never stood a chance? She sniffed, fighting off the urge to weep while trying to decide what to say, how to defuse his rage.
She trembled all over, and she couldn’t find the will-power to explain. She felt Sawyer practically heaving, he was so angry, and in the next instant he groaned harsh and low and his hands were on her face, his thumbs brushing away the tears, his mouth hungrily searching for hers. The relief was overwhelming.
She cried out and wrapped her arms around him. He’d said it wouldn’t happen again, that not only didn’t he want her for a fling, he didn’t want her for anything. She’d told herself that was for the best. She’d told herself she hadn’t cared. But inside, she’d crumbled.
Now he wanted her, and she was so weak with fear and excitement, all she could do was hold on to him.
One of his hands slid frantically down her side, then up under her shirt. He bit her bottom lip gently and when she opened her mouth, his tongue thrust inside, just as his long, hot fingers closed over her breast.
She jerked her mouth away to moan at the acute pleasure of it—and the kitchen light flashed on.
Blinded, Honey shaded her eyes while Sawyer jerked her behind him and turned to face the intruder.
“Just what the hell is going on?” There was two seconds of silence, then, “Ah. Never mind. Stupid question. But why the hell is she screaming about it?”
Morgan’s voice. Oh, my God, oh my God, oh, my God. Honey peeked around Sawyer, then yelped. Good grief, the man was buck naked and toting a gun!
Sawyer shoved her back behind him again with a curse. “Damn it, Morgan, put the gun away.”
“Since it’s just you, I will. That is, I would if I had any place to put it.” Honey could hear his amusement, and she moaned again.
Sawyer muttered a low complaint. “You could have at least put some shorts on.”
“If I’d known you were only romping in the kitchen I would have! But how the hell was I supposed to know? She screamed, Sawyer. I mean, I know you’re rusty and all, but damn. You must have completely lost your touch.”
Honey clutched at Sawyer’s back, her hot face pressed to his bare shoulder. This couldn’t be happening.
Sawyer crossed his arms over his chest. “She screamed because I caught her trying to steal the car keys.” He kicked a set toward Morgan. The sound of them skidding over the floor was almost obscene. Honey didn’t bother to look to see if Morgan picked them up. The man was blatantly, magnificently naked, and didn’t seem to care. She shuddered in embarrassment and burrowed closer against Sawyer, pressing her face into his hot back, trying to blot the vision from her mind.
Morgan gave a rude grunt. “I see. She was stealing one of our cars. And so you kissed