Be With Me(59)

Waiting. For her.

She sat down heavily on the large sectional.

Unworthy. She felt completely and utterly unworthy of such love and devotion. It baffled her.

“Reggie, are you okay?” Cam asked.

She looked up to see him standing by the couch, concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine. Just thinking.”

He sat down beside her, their legs nearly touching.

“About that night?”

She nodded.

“I think about it too,” he said. “Al the time.”

“We al think about it,” Sawyer said from the doorway.

He started across the room and stopped a few feet away from her. She motioned to the place next to her.

“Sit down. You make me nervous standing over me that way.”

“That’s because he’s a big bastard,” Cam said in an amused voice.

Sawyer cast him a dark scowl but sat next to Reggie. His hand came to rest on the back of her neck as he leaned back. He rubbed over the knotted muscles, and she teetered backward from her perch on the edge of the couch, seeking more of his touch.

“You’re so responsive,” Sawyer murmured. “You were that night too. I touched you, and you came alive in my hands. I was so hungry for you. I’m stil hungry, Reggie. There’s never been another woman like you for me.”

She rotated, causing his hand to slide down her back.

“Every time I think I know how I feel or what to say, you manage to say or do something that renders it completely ineffectual,” she said raggedly. “What do I say to something like that? That I’l never feel worthy of the devotion the three of you have shown? That I look at you, and I remember that night and know that no one wil ever mean as much to me as the three of you do?”

Tears clogged her throat, and she swal owed against the heavy knot, determined not to break in front of them. She clenched her teeth and sucked in air through her nose.

Shocked silence ensued before Sawyer al but imploded. He reached for her, dragging her across his lap and into his arms. There was no gentleness in his actions. She didn’t expect any.

He framed her face in his hands and locked his lips to hers. He touched her cheeks, brushed his thumbs across her eyelids, dragged a finger through her curls.

“Don’t you know? You’re everything to me, Reggie.

Everything. Not worthy? Dear God. How can you even think such a thing? You’ve believed in us, loved us since we were rebel ious little snot-nosed brats.

You defended us when no one else would. Worthy?

We’re not worthy of you, honey, but I’m not going to let that prevent me from having you.”

“Then take me,” she whispered.

A ragged groan worked from his chest. “There’s nothing I’d love more than to drag you upstairs and lock you in my bedroom for the next twelve hours.” She smiled at the tortured sound of his voice. “I hear a but in there.”

“But al I have time for is a quickie, and you deserve more than that.”

She frowned, but he shushed her with a finger.

“I have to go out to the job site and find out what the hel is going on. But don’t think I won’t forget where we left off here. You asked me to take you, and believe me I’m going to take you. Over and over.”

She shivered at his sensual words. Her gaze fastened on his lips—hard, yet so inviting. She leaned in to kiss him, the bristle of his goatee skittering over her chin. Warm, soft, wet, their tongues glided together.

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” she whispered.

He groaned again. “Me too, honey. My dick is so hard, I’m going to have trouble walking.” She giggled. Leave it to Sawyer to ruin a perfectly sensual moment by being a guy. Her gaze slid sideways to where Cam sat a few feet away, and she could see the undisguised interest on his face.

The desire. And if she wasn’t mistaken, he was as hard as Sawyer reported himself to be.

Interesting. She’d been so worried about showing one of them affection in front of the other. Of kissing or touching for fear of making them jealous, but Cam’s reaction was far from jealousy or resentment.

He looked as though he wanted to join in.

It wasn’t as though they hadn’t done it before.

Heat suffused her cheeks. She was going to have to get over her embarrassment about that night. It was obviously going to happen again. And soon, if she had to guess. The sexual tension between them al was at its boiling point, and something had to give.

“You better go before I tie you to the couch,” she said lightly.

His entire body tensed. His muscles contracted and rippled, and a shudder worked across his shoulders.

He lifted her off his lap, set her between him and Cam, then rose abruptly.

“I’l be back later,” he said shortly.

Without a backward glance, he strode for the door, nearly col iding with Hutch as Hutch walked into the living room.

Hutch stared curiously after him but shrugged then walked over to where Cam and Regina sat.

“You ready to go shopping, baby?”

She sucked in her breath. Yeah. Shopping.

Anything to get her mind off the sizzling tension between her and Sawyer. Or the fact that she was sorely tempted to run after him, tackle him and f**k his brains out.

She reached her hand over to Cam’s and squeezed. Then she leaned over to kiss him before she got up from the couch.