Be With Me(78)

“I love it!” she shrieked. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you guys.”

She kissed him square in the forehead as his hands settled comfortably at her hips, his grip possessive.

Cam and Hutch were laughing in earnest, and Sawyer shot them both glares.

“Fel ed by a woman half his size,” Cam snickered.

“You could get off me and go look at your car,” Sawyer complained.

She scrambled off, leaving him to pick himself up.

She al but danced around the vehicle, inspecting the trim, the paint job and al the nooks and crannies in between.

“How on earth did you get it here?” she asked.

Hutch rol ed his eyes. “Uhm, we cal ed the dealer, told him what we wanted and where we wanted it and voilà.”

She sniffed and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Ah shit, Reggie, don’t start crying for the love of God,” Sawyer muttered. “We can take it back.” She shot him a glare. “You don’t touch my car. Oh my God, my car.” She wanted to pounce on them al over again, and they must have seen it coming because they al backed hastily toward the house.

She rol ed her eyes then reached in to grab the keys before fol owing them up to the porch.

“So you like it?” Cam asked.

“Like it? I love it! I was so upset that my other one got destroyed. I saved for that car forever.” Then she frowned as she realized that unlike her other vehicle, she hadn’t paid for this one. They had. They hadn’t even waited to see if her insurance covered the old one.

This time Sawyer rol ed his eyes. “You’re as easy to read as a book, Reggie. Don’t even say it. This is a gift. It stays.”

“Yeah but this isn’t something like flowers or chocolate. It’s a freaking car.”

Cam threw an arm over her shoulders as he herded her into the living room. “Yeah, but we knew you’d appreciate this more than flowers or chocolate.

Besides, you’re not a flower kind of girl.” She grinned. “You know me so wel .” Then she turned to hug him again. “Thank you. I love it.” He hugged her back. “You’re quite welcome.” She stood back while Sawyer and Hutch carried in the few bags they’d brought to Houston.

“I’m going to head to the grocery store since we’re about out of food, and I never made it the other day.

You want to go with?” Hutch asked Regina.

“Uh, no. I think I’l stick around here.” Al the better to catch Sawyer by himself hopeful y. Maybe then she could remove whatever stick he had up his ass when it came to making love to her.

“I’l be back with food later then,” he said and dropped a kiss on her cheek as he headed for the door.

Regina gripped her bag and headed for the stairs.

She’d unpack, and if she knew Cam, he’d hole up in the office and work for a while. Which left Sawyer to her mercy. An evil grin worked over her face. She rather liked that image.

It was sick that she was so nervous, but the butterflies had been doing cartwheels in her stomach since Hutch left.

Just go down there and seduce him, you weenie.

Yeah, piece of cake. Not.

He wanted her. He vibrated with desire every time she came within a foot of him. But he kept al that need tightly leashed.

Wel , she was about to tap into the beast. Set him free and hope he ravished her.

With a grin, she headed for the stairs to look for Sawyer and found him in the kitchen.

He was making a halfhearted attempt to unload the dishwasher. Part of the deal. Hutch cooked.

Sawyer and Cam split cleanup duty.

She snuck up behind him, slid her arms around his waist and squeezed. He tensed for a moment then relaxed and cupped his hands over hers.

“You coming to help with the dishes?” he asked.

She snorted. “Ah, no thanks. I had something different in mind.”

He rotated in her arms, leaned back against the sink and eyed her curiously. “Do tel .”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she said.

Amusement centered in his eyes, and the corner of his mouth lifted. “Is this one of those girl talks that make al men quake with fear?”

She shrugged. “Could be.”

His face fel . “Ah hel . It is.”

“Pick me up,” she said.

Surprise flashed in his eyes. “Huh?”

She started to climb up his chest, grabbing at the back of his neck for leverage. “Pick me up.” He slid his hands underneath her legs and boosted her up until she straddled his hips. Her hands hung loosely at his neck, and he eyed her warily.

“Much better. Now I can look down at you,” she said mischievously.

“What did I do?” he asked in resignation.

“Whatever it is, I apologize. I was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, and you were right, right, right.” Despite the actual gravity of her proposed topic, she laughed. “You’re so ful of shit. You don’t even know what I want to talk about.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said solemnly. “Men as a species are wrong. We’re better off admitting it up front, taking our punishment and then hoping for good makeup sex.”

“Hmm, wel actual y sex is what I want to talk about.

Stil interested in being wrong?”

He perked up. “Sex? Um, sure. If me being wrong gets me sex, then sign me up.”