The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [55]
Casey smiled down at her. “Thanks for the sandwich. It was way better than cookies.”
Morgan gently clasped the back of her neck when he took the note from her. “I can see why you’ve been cautious, but that’s over now, right?”
When she didn’t agree quickly enough, he wobbled her head. “Right?”
She gave him a disgruntled frown. “Yes.”
“Good girl. I’ll see you in the morning. Saywer, you should hit the sack, too. You got almost no sleep the night before, and you’re starting to look like a zombie.”
Sawyer waved him off. He was anxious for everyone to get the hell out of the room. He had a few things he wanted to say to Honey that would be better said in private.
Jordan pulled her out of her chair for a hug. “Sleep tight, Honey. And no more worrying. Everything will be okay now. Sawyer will take good care of you.”
She glanced at Sawyer, then quickly away. He wondered if his intentions showed on his face, given the timid way she avoided looking right at him. He didn’t doubt it was possible. He felt like a sexual powder keg with a very short fuse.
Finally they were alone in the kitchen. Honey gathered up the plates and carried them to the dishwasher, her movements unnaturally jerky and nervous. Sawyer watched her through hot eyes, tracking her as she came back to the table for the glasses.
“You’re feeling better?”
“Yes.” She deftly loaded the dishwasher, as much to keep from looking at him as anything else. He could feel her reservations, her uncertainty. He stepped close enough to inhale her spicy scent, leaning down so his nose almost touched her nape, exposed by the way she’d tied her hair back. She stilled, resting her hands on the edge of the counter. She kept her back to him, and when she spoke, her voice was breathy. “My…my throat is still a little sore, but I don’t feel so wrung out. I think all the sleep helped.”
He crowded closer still and placed his hands beside hers, caging her in. Deliberately he allowed his chest to press against her shoulder blades. “I have patients in the morning, but in the afternoon I’ll take you into town to get a few things.”
“Things?”
“Whatever you might need.” He nuzzled the soft skin beneath her ear. “More clothes, definitely shoes.” His mouth touched her earlobe. “Anything you want.”
“I’ll pay for it myself.”
“Not unless you have cash. Your credit cards can be traced.” He kissed her skin softly, then added, “We can call it a brief loan if that’ll make you feel better.” He had no intention of letting her pay him back, but she didn’t need to know that now. Fighting with her was the absolute last thing on his mind.
Her head fell forward. “All right.”
He pulled his hands slowly from the counter, letting them trail up her arms to her sides, then down and around to her belly. He heard her suck in a quick, startled breath. His body throbbed; he nestled his erection against her soft behind, finding some comfort from the razor edge of arousal and intensifying the ache at the same time. His fingers kneaded her soft, flat belly, and when she moaned, he trailed one hand higher to her breast, free beneath the smooth cotton of the T-shirt.
Just as she’d done the last time he’d touched her there, she jerked violently, as if the mere press of his fingers was both an acute pleasure and an electrifying pain. His heart thundered at the feel of her soft weight in his hand. Her nipple was already peaked, burning against his palm. She’d instinctively pulled backward from the touch of his hand, and now she was pressed hard against him.
He adjusted his hold, one hand clamping on her breast, the other opened wide over her abdomen. In a growled whisper, he said, “I read your note.”
As he’d expected, she exploded into motion, trying to get away. He held her secure with his firm hold and said, “Shh. Shh, it’s all right.”
She sounded panicked. “I…I’d forgotten!”
“I know.” He didn’t release her, adjusting his hold to keep her still, to keep her right where he wanted her. “I should let you sleep. I should give you time to think about this. But I want you too much. Now.”
He could