Sawyer (Alluring Indulgence #7)(79)
Author: Nicole Edwards

His devilish smirk made her insides dance. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“And I wasn’t quite so honest with you before.”

“That right?” Sawyer’s head cocked slightly to the side, his eyes narrowing.

“Yeah. I really did want to go out with you when you first asked me.”

Sawyer sat up straighter, causing her hand to fall from his chest. At first, she thought he was upset with her admission, but there wasn’t any hostility in his beautiful blue-gray gaze when he asked, “Just tell me this . . . I know your father is pissed, and he has every right to be, but . . .”

When he paused, Kennedy held her breath, waiting for him to finish. She could see the uncertainty in his eyes and she wanted to encourage him to continue, but she managed to refrain.

“It may take me a little more time, but I’ll prove to him that I’m not that guy. I just don’t want . . . I don’t want his issues with me to come between us. Does that make sense?”

Kennedy considered that for a moment. “Yeah. I get it. I think he’s well aware of what’s goin’ on because the rumors started the first night you stayed at my house. When Olivia came in the office on Monday morning, she mentioned it and I’m sure he’s heard them by now. But I make my own decisions, Sawyer. I love my father, I respect his opinion, but . . . I’m my own person.”

“People are gonna talk and there’s nothin’ I can do to change that. And some of the shit they say may have a kernel of truth in it, but I don’t want you holdin’ me responsible for my actions in the past, either. I’m not that man anymore.”

“As long as it’s the past,” Kennedy stated.

“For as long as you’ll have me it is.”

Kennedy wanted to tell him that she’d had daydreams about forever with him, but with Sawyer, she knew that there were a few secrets she needed to keep to herself, so she closed her mouth.

“So will you have me? Right now? In my bathtub?”

His questions shocked her because they’d moved from a serious conversation to sexy in less than a second. She found herself nodding.

“Good. Since that day I called you and you told me you were in the bath, I’ve thought about all the things I want to do to you in my tub.”

When Sawyer reached for her hand as he got to his feet, Kennedy placed hers in his palm and allowed him to pull her up. She willingly followed him into his bedroom, where she only had a second to look around. What she saw wasn’t much different from the rest of the house. Plain furniture, neutral carpet and walls, nothing on the tops of the furniture save for a framed picture or two. He had three cowboy hats on racks on the wall, but that was pretty much it.

But when they stepped into his bathroom . . . her mouth dried up instantly. The place was impressive. Now, in this room, she could see a hint of Sawyer. The rest of the house might’ve been a little bland, but there had been no expense spared in the bathroom, which intrigued her as much as it confused her.

Sawyer released her hand and made his way to the giant tub which was sandwiched between two walls and had a tiled ledge that went around it entirely. There were two steps that led up to it and numerous jets on the inside that she hoped they’d be using soon. Steam began to drift up from the water that was quickly filling it, but she didn’t see much of it when Sawyer stepped in front of her, pulling his white T-shirt over his head with one hand and then tossing it to the floor before reaching for her sweater. The man made quick work of disrobing them both, but that was probably because rather than kiss her, he just continued to watch her as she watched him.

The man was scrumptious. All of that lean, ropy muscle. Kennedy had the urge to lick him from head to toe, to trace every hard line that bisected those glorious muscles. During her taste test, she would pause to savor his erection, the long, thick length of him, licking it from the root to the broad head, just to hear him groan—God, she loved when Sawyer growled in that sexy, alpha way.

But she didn’t. Lick him, that is.

Only because Sawyer obviously had other ideas.

Taking her hand, he led her to the tub and Kennedy unabashedly stole a glance at his perfect naked ass.

Damn.

“I don’t want you to get in yet,” Sawyer informed her and Kennedy’s eyes traveled up his broad back to meet his eyes when he tossed her a glance over his shoulder.

“Okay,” she said, not sure what he had in mind, but looking forward to it nonetheless.

Sawyer stepped into the tub, turning off the water before holding out his hand and helping her in.

“I thought you didn’t want me in the tub,” she stated.