Sawyer (Alluring Indulgence #7)(71)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Sawyer took a few steps forward and put his hands on Kennedy’s shoulders, slowly turning her to face him. “You know, your question would sound a lot more sincere if you were facin’ me when you asked.”

Kennedy didn’t respond.

“Why was Tim here?” he asked, unable to hold the question back. He wasn’t an idiot. He knew as well as everyone else in town that Kennedy and Tim had been in a long-term relationship at one point. He wasn’t sure how long it had lasted because he had made it a point not to give a shit at the time, but he knew it had been years.

“He just wanted to talk,” Kennedy said, not meeting his eyes.

“About . . .?”

Once again, Kennedy didn’t answer him.

Luckily, Sawyer didn’t need her to. Instead of waiting for words that he wasn’t sure would ever come, Sawyer tilted Kennedy’s chin so that she was looking up at him and then he slowly backed her against the opposite door. When she was trapped between him and the wall, he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

“You didn’t mention that Tim took you home the other night.”

Kennedy shook her head and tried to pull away but he kept her pinned in place.

“I called dispatch trying to reach my father. Tim came instead. Nothing happened.”

Sawyer could see a hint of concern in her wide eyes, so he assured her that her answer was sufficient. “I believe you.”

Kennedy nodded, and he could tell she wasn’t interested in having a conversation.

Well, too bad. He had something to say.

“I missed you,” he mumbled, forcing all thoughts of Kennedy and Tim from his mind. He didn’t give a shit what the deputy wanted with Kennedy. No matter what it was, it wasn’t going to happen.

Kennedy’s eyes widened, but then they closed and she lunged for him, her arms going around his neck, her mouth crushing against his in a kiss that stole every ounce of his sanity.

Truth was, he had fully expected her to avoid him. Based on the way she’d been acting, he certainly hadn’t anticipated her trying to climb his body. Not that he was complaining.

Not. At. All.

“Lord have mercy, woman,” he growled against her mouth, his hands sliding underneath her white lab coat and the black scrub top she wore. When he found smooth, warm skin, he pressed his lips to hers once again, grinding his hips against hers. “Please tell me you don’t have another appointment.”

“Not for at least thirty minutes,” she whispered, her fingers linking in his hair, pulling hard as she brought his mouth back to hers. Sawyer didn’t try to resist her. Not for a few minutes anyway.

“Show me your office, Kennedy,” Sawyer demanded, pulling away just enough so that he could look down into her eyes.

He saw her swallow hard as the confusion skated across her face. Again, he expected her to deny him, so when she reached for the doorknob behind her, he took a step back, only to find his hand in hers as she pulled him out of the room and down a narrow hall. A second later, they were stepping into her office.

“Nice,” he told her as he glanced around. She had a large oak desk sitting in the center of the room, a burgundy leather sofa against one wall, two cream side chairs facing her desk, and not much else.

As he closed the door behind him, he flipped the lock. She obviously heard the click because her eyes widened again.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” he insisted, not giving her a chance to argue.

“Here?” she asked as he stalked her, trapping her between his body and her desk.

“Here,” he confirmed, reaching for her. Maybe it was the possessive side of him, he didn’t know, but Sawyer wanted to rid Kennedy of thoughts of anyone but him. Although he wouldn’t tell her as much, he was staking his claim, right then and there.

With her help, they removed her coat and her top. At that point, Sawyer couldn’t resist the urge to taste her. He pulled down the cup of her sexy black lace bra and latched his lips around her nipple. When she started to moan, he lifted his head. “Quiet,” he ordered.

Kennedy’s huff made him laugh, but then he returned his attention to her nipple, using his fingers to pinch and tweak the other while Kennedy worked the button on his jeans.

It took less than two minutes for her to free him, for her pants and panties to drop to her ankles, for him to sheath himself with a condom, and for Kennedy to bend over her desk. Grabbing her hips, Sawyer guided his dick into the smooth warmth of her pussy, swallowing a groan as he did.

“So fucking tight,” he whispered. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Quit talking and fuck me,” Kennedy ordered in a harsh whisper.