CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Sawyer did a double take in the full-length mirror. His suit looked sharp. He ran a hand over the stubble on his cheeks and wondered if he should’ve shaved. Then he decided that expensive threads and smooth cheeks were too much. Sawyer tousled his hair but didn’t know much more he could do for that. All in all, he was more himself than ever when forced to wear designer duds for the job. The only thing missing was a gun holstered at the small of his back for an extra layer of protection in case their location had been leaked.
He checked his watch and knocked on Angela’s door. His heartbeat skittered with nerves he wouldn’t admit to. Tonight was far outside of his comfort zone. Feeling like he couldn’t hide a goofy grin, he mused that the situation was like going to prom as an adult.
Angela opened the door a crack and barely poked her head out. “You’re not early.”
“Nope,” he confirmed, having built time into their schedule after her two demands: surprise her, but don’t rush her.
“Thank you,” she said, staying behind the door. “Will you tell me where we’re going now?”
His nerves jittered again. The anticipation was intoxicating. “Open up, and I will.”
Her shy smile blossomed. “Be warned,” she said quietly. “It’s quite the dress.”
“Good thing you’re quite the woman.”
She opened the door to let him in, but he had to take her in before he could move. His heartbeat thundered. White noise buzzed in his ears.
“You look…” He didn’t have words. Sawyer was rough-and-tumble. Even when they lived in luxury, he dealt with harsh realities. He didn’t pay attention to the glitter and glitz that came with living in Abu Dhabi because his job so often made him stroll through hell. So he didn’t have it in him to find the right words. “…perfect.”
And she was. Absolutely perfect. But it wasn’t even because of the dress. This perfection was far beyond a sexy dress on a gorgeous woman. He didn’t know how to explain it. A rush of possibilities flooded his mind. He could take her to bed. He could take her out. He wasn’t sure it would be possible to be as close to her as he needed. Sawyer would do anything she asked of him so long as he was by her side.
She rolled her full pink lips together. “You’re very handsome, Sawyer.”
“I’ve got nothing on you, sweetheart.” He took her hand and held it up. She twirled, giggling, as her fingers twisted in his. His nerves dissipated. The anticipation of the night was suddenly gone. He didn’t care if they stayed in and he watched her spin all night long, so long as she laughed and smiled as though she didn’t have a care in the world.
“What do you think about the dress?” she asked.
The green velvet dress reached from the floor and tied around her neck, leaving her shoulders bare. A slit ran up to her thigh but showed skin only when she jutted her hip or walked. “You make it look good.”
Angela grinned. “What about these bad boys?” She pointed at the emerald earrings dangling from her lobes.
He strode closer as though he wanted to take a better look but instead trailed his fingers up the slope of her neck. “Those baubles are no joke.”
“I know.” She tilted her head and murmured, “I found them in the safe.”
She smelled amazing. He dipped his lips to her neck and listened to her sigh. “Do you want to stay in?”
Her head lolled back. He kissed her neck.
“Very tempting offer,” she whispered. “But I want to go out before we stay in.” Her hands ran up the front of his jacket. “God, your mouth…”
His tongue teased behind her ear. “Give me just a minute. I won’t even mess up your hair.”
Sawyer backed her to the wall, and her face tipped up to him. He took the kiss that she offered. Her mouth brushed his. Gentle. Sensual. He savored the way she tasted. The way their mouths molded together. The way they played and teased.
Carefully, he lifted her dress until he had access to the skirt’s slit. His fingers feathered over her thin silk underwear. Angela’s chest hitched as he touched. Her soft kisses became stronger.
He slid the fabric to the side and stroked over her folds. He could feel her arousal and heat. Angela shifted. Her lips parted with a panting breath that promised he was touching her the way she liked.
Sawyer caressed her sex until she inched her legs apart. Need made him delirious. Restraint was all that kept him from tearing her dress open. What wouldn’t he do to throw her on the bed? Instead, he dropped to his knees.
“Sawyer…” she whispered.
He kissed the inside of her thigh, climbing higher and higher until he reached the apex of her leg and let his tongue flick over her heated skin. He groaned. In two swift moves, he pulled her underwear down to her high heels and scooted the skirt up over her ass. “Fuck, Angela.” His tongue worked between her legs. “You taste good.”
Her hands threaded into his hair. “I—”
He needed more of her. Sawyer raised one of her legs over his shoulder, exposing everything he wanted. His tongue stroked her, fingers circling her clitoris.
“More,” she whispered.
Good girl . That was what he needed to hear from Angela. What she wanted. How she liked it. He kissed her clit and sucked, sliding his fingers inside her body. Wet, clenching muscles welcomed the intrusion. Her hips flexed, grinding her pussy to his face for more. He couldn’t get enough. Sawyer withdrew his fingers and then gave them to her again. His tongue worked the swelling bundle of nerves. She tried to thrash into him and then away from him as though she might explode, and he belted her against the wall and gave her everything he had. Licks and nips and kisses and sucks. She fucked against his face. He hammered into her body.
“Sawyer—God—”
Then she exploded and tasted like nectar. Her heat rippled around his fingers and tongue, rolling through him as nothing ever had in his life.
“Do you have a condom?”
He met her fiery eyes. “I do.”
Flushed, Angela pulled him to his feet, unfastened his belt, and backed him toward her bed. He let her call the shots, and before he could thank God for this woman, she had him on his back and was rolling protection over his erection.
Angela moved over him as though they’d been lovers for years, and with the confidence of a woman who had no questions about her needs, guided his cock inside her body.
God. He arched as she took him. Her slick heat had been brought on by his kisses, and now, just like a goddess, she rocked and rose over him, finding herself, driving him to oblivion.
Her orgasm hit him like pulsating lava, and he had no choice but to climax with her. White lights and explosions. That was how she made him feel. Nothing was better.
His eyes opened. Their breathing raced.
She grinned. “Just like you promised. You didn’t even mess up my hair.”
He laughed, hooked his arm around her, and laid her to his chest, kissing her quiet, kissing her to ground himself.
Finally, she slid away from him, excusing herself to the bathroom. Other than her glowing color, Angela didn’t look as if she and Sawyer had fucked until they’d exploded. Even that deceptive slit in her skirt looked modest.
They took a few moments to pull themselves together. She eased back into his arms and smoothed her hands down his suit jacket. “Thank you.”
“Right back at you.”
She downplayed him with a quiet laugh. “I’m serious. Thanks for agreeing to my crazy idea. The practice, the playing pretend to teach me the ropes or whatever. This has been a lot of fun.”
Playing . Pretending . Sawyer probably gave her the correct response. But the reminder of the temporary nature of their situation landed on him like a wall of cold water.