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Chapter Eleven
We had a perfect day together and after being intimate, it had surprised me when Sawyer had continued to be toward me. I'd never had casual sex before, but he hadn't made me feel like that was what we'd done.
I was glad we'd already been intimate because it had taken the nerves out of the situation and helped me relax. I also found I felt closer to him for our experience.
What I especially loved was how he'd maintained our intimacy by holding my hand in the hot tub during our conversations. Even when we'd cuddled during the movie he had made me feel treasured. His kisses were gentle, tender and more deliberate than those we had shared before we'd slept together.
The takeout and sunset were everything he'd promised me. After the sun had gone down, I stood up and began to clear away the remnants of our meal, but his hand closed over mine and he led me back inside.
"Home?" he asked, the choice left to me without him stating an alternative. I took a deep breath, while I thought about what felt right, and sighed and tried not to overthink this as his way of telling me to leave.
"Yeah, I think I should." If Sawyer was disappointed, he hid it well.
"I'll call us a car."
"No. Please, stay here. You don't have to come back with me."
"I insist. I brought you here, I'll see you get home. It's not a problem. Give me five minutes to organize something." Sawyer made his way across the room to his jeans, fished his cell out of his back pocket, and fired off a text. Seconds later his cell vibrated in his hand. "It's ten minutes away."
I had only pulled on my top and the spare thong I'd stashed in my purse after we'd gotten out of the hot tub earlier that afternoon. I swiped my capri pants off the floor and straightened up in time to see Sawyer bend down and grab my flip-flops up from the floor.
"Wait," he demanded. The urgency in his voice stopped me from pulling on my pants. Sawyer strolled over toward me, dangling my flimsy footwear from his fingertips by their thin straps. "These will cost you one of those dick-stiffening kisses you're so good at," he mumbled, sidling sexily up next to me with a wicked grin on his face. I shook my head and his eyes fell to the tiny patch of material covering my pussy. Immediately he crouched in front of me.
Sliding a warm hand around one ankle, he lifted my foot and slid it into the flip-flop. He then did the same with the other. As he stood, he traced his palms up the length of my legs, sending shivers down my spine and slid his thumbs into the thin waistband of my thong.
Teasing the flimsy stringy garment slowly down my legs he followed its path, peppering tiny little kisses on each thigh until the thong fell to the floor between my feet. "Off," he demanded again, lifting one foot, carefully peeling it off past the footwear before he repeated the move with the second. "These? They're now mine," he informed me, bunching them up in his palm and holding them up to his nose. "Got to have something to remind me of you until next time," he stated firmly as he lifted his jeans and fed his legs into them.
Turning, he looked me up and down as he fastened up his fly, stuffed the thong in his front pocket and made to move past me. When his eyes captured mine, he grinned wickedly and gave my ass a short, sharp smack. The sound echoed through the room and he chuckled. "The pants you can keep. Better put them on before you give the driver of your ride home a stroke."
Conversation on the way to my house felt stilted, mainly due to me, because when Sawyer asked me questions, I had only responded with one-word answers. I'd been concerned about what the cab driver thought about me being with a younger guy like Sawyer.
"Can I take you to breakfast tomorrow?" My heart leaped when he asked to see me again and I felt relieved and excited, but still anxious about where this was all leading.
"That would be lovely." My heart skipped a beat when I agreed and was rewarded with one of his sexy killer smiles.
"10:00 a.m.? It's Sunday," he suggested.
"10:00 would be perfect."
"As are you," he remarked quickly. I rolled my eyes, but my belly flipped anyway at his flirtatious reply. "10:00 it is."
"Don't get out," I said, firmly. "I'm fine, I'll see myself in."
"Fine, but it's the last time you'll tell me this," he warned quietly, and somehow I knew he meant it.
Usually, I tolerated my neighbors, but I knew no one breathed out of sync on our block without someone setting another's tongue wagging. The last thing I needed—at least until I knew what all this meant between Sawyer and me—was to be the focus of the monthly home association newsletter as the merry divorcee.
The cab remained, its engine idling until I stepped inside my house. When I heard the car leave, I closed my front door softly and leaned back against it. I tried to remember the last time I'd had a day like the perfect one I'd just had with Sawyer, and my mind came up blank.
My stomach knotted tight when I couldn't think of any other occasion to top it. Sighing heavily, I knew that, despite our brief relationship, Sawyer already meant more to me than I was prepared to voice.
Pushing myself off the door by my shoulders, dropped my purse on the couch and headed upstairs. I was two steps off the landing when my cell rang in my bag. Scooting back downstairs, I pulled it out and saw it was Tricia.
"Hey," I said, tucking my hair behind my ear and walking back up the stairs.
"And?" she asked.
"And?" I repeated, pretending not to know what she wanted.
