Sawyer gives me a cock-eyed stare and a wry grin. “Cheap shot.”
“But a winning one.”
“I’ll let you slide this time,” he says. “Only because winning is such an uncommon feeling for you Isles fans.”
The laughter bursts from my throat. I slap his shoulder again, and just like that, the awkwardness I’ve been feeling since I first saw Sawyer standing in the doorway to my office vanishes. It’s not long before we’re laughing and joking together. I feel at ease with him again – or rather, at ease within myself.
I haven’t felt this comfortable around a man in forever – nor have I ever felt this close to one. Ever. I feel like I can tell Sawyer anything – and want to tell him everything. It’s almost like he’s cast a magic spell on me or something. I don’t understand it, but that doesn’t make it any less real.
“Thank you,” I say.
“For what?”
“For getting me out of that office for one thing. It’s done wonders for my head,” I smile. “And for being so easy to talk to.”
“I meant it when I said you weren’t alone.”
I take his hand and place a gentle kiss on his knuckles as I look him in the eye. His expression is sincere – he really means what he’s saying. He wants to be here for me. Wants to help me. But I accept help about as well as I take compliments. Still, knowing he is here for me means a lot.
“There’s no sense in going back to the office at this point,” I announce. “But I should probably get home. I need to see to my dad.”
He nods. “Of course. Let me give you a lift home.”
“I appreciate that. “
Leaning against him with his arm wrapped around my waist, we walk back to the parking lot as the first light droplets of rain begin to fall.
Chapter Eighteen Sawyer
The feel of her warm body pressed to mine as we walk feels nice. Better than nice, actually. The easy companionship and that electric chemistry between us lights me up inside in ways I’ve never felt before. In ways I never knew I could. Berlin has awakened something inside of me I wasn’t expecting. But I’ve realized that now that it’s out, I don’t want this ride to end. In fact, I want it to keep growing.
We get to my car as a light spatter of rain begins to fall, and I revel in the feeling of the cool air and mist falling on my upturned face. I have to say; this day has turned out pretty well. But as I look at Berlin, at the way her business skirt hugs her hips and her full breasts strain at the fabric of her blouse, I realize just how much better this day can be.
“Today’s been wonderful,” Berlin turns to me with a smile. “I really appreciate you listening to me today.”
“Of course,” I nod, feeling my cock stirring in my slacks.
My eyes slide up and down her body – it’s like an involuntary reaction – and I lick my lips in anticipation. Berlin’s eyes sparkle, and she’s got a mischievous grin on her lips.
“I don’t have to be psychic to see where your mind is at,” she says. “And let me just tell you –”
I cut her off by pushing her against the passenger side of my car, pinning her with my body as my mouth finds hers. Her voice is muffled as I slide my tongue past her lips. Her body is so firm and soft at the same time, which enflames my passion. She mock-struggles to break my grip but then melts into me, kissing me back just as hard. My cock is rigid, and I press it against her, letting her feel just how aroused I am, and she murmurs into my mouth.
“You naughty boy,” she gasps, a dazed grin on her face. “I was just about to tell you we weren’t going to do this today.”
“Oh, well we can stop if you’d like.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” she smiles.
I kiss her again and feel Berlin pressing her body against mine. I slide my hands up her blouse, cupping her breasts, and circle her stiff nipples with my thumb. Her moan is a soft murmur as her body stiffens beneath my touch. She grinds herself against me. The friction of her rubbing against my cock sends waves of pleasure rolling through me. My passion is rising, and my body is growing taut with excitement. I have to have her. Now.
Reaching my hand into my pocket, I hit the button on the remote to disengage the alarm and unlock the doors. Our tongues are swirling together in her mouth as I reach behind her and open the door. My breathing ragged, I slide into the back seat and pull Berlin in with me – suddenly thankful I’d thought to drive the Range Rover today. I pull her to me, and she straddles my lap, immediately starting to grind herself against me. I fumble with the handle to pull the door shut behind us, locking us away behind the darkly tinted glass.
She pulls away from me to catch her breath. “Sawyer, I don’t know if we should be doing this. What if somebody sees us?”
I slide my hand down between her thighs and find her panties soaking wet – as I knew they would be – and feel the salacious smile spreading across my face. She gasps as I touch her through the thin fabric and writhes against my hand. Throwing her head back, she closes her eyes and moans softly.
“You were saying?”
She grins, an expression of near rapture on her face as I slide my fingers beneath her panties and slide them along lips that are slick with her juices. I cut my eyes around the parking lot, though, and they fall on a blue van at the far end, well away from us. There doesn’t seem to be
