The Vincent Brothers (The Vincent Boys #2)(34)

We lay there for a few more minutes in silence and my concern began to grow.

Finally, he slowly lifted his head then let go of his death grip on the sleeping bag and pushed himself up off me careful not to put any pressure between my legs. Humiliation washed over me when I saw him reach for my tank top. Without saying anything, I let him put it on me. He pulled it down over my bare chest and stomach then quickly let go of it and sat back on his sleeping bag. I’d done something wrong. My stomach felt sick.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Sawyer lifted his head so he was looking in my direction but I didn’t meet his gaze. I couldn’t.

“What?” he asked in a deep husky voice I’d never heard him use.

Covering my face with my hands so he couldn’t see the tears welling up in my eyes, I replied, “I don’t know why I did that. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”

Sawyer was in front of me pulling my hands away from my face and forcing me to look at him. “You’re sorry? Lana, do you understand anything that just happened?”

I shrugged then shook my head no.

Sawyer let out a small laugh and reached to pull me into his lap. “That was the single most incredible moment of my life. Don’t be sorry for it. Please,” he said in the same low sexy tone he’d used before.

I studied him a moment. “But... I don’t understand.”

Sawyer leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose then kissed each of my eyelids. “Let me explain it to you then. I just had a beautiful girl trust me enough to touch her and see her in a way no one else ever has. I got to hold her and watch her and feel her as she came apart in my arms. It was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. She was breathtaking and she was responding to me. She wanted me. I was the one making her spiral out of control.”

Oh. But.... “But you acted tense or angry when I reacted that way and moved away from me like you didn’t want to be near me anymore.”

Sawyer chuckled, “Lana, I was using every amount of self-control I could find to keep from pulling off those shorts of yours and going somewhere neither of us are ready to go. For a moment there, all I saw was red-hot need and I came real close to taking it. What you thought was anger was me forcing myself to calm the f**k down.”

The hardness I could still feel under my butt as I sat in his lap told me he hadn’t exactly calmed all the way down.

“But you’re still—” I trailed off and a crooked grin appeared on his face.

“Yeah, well, I doubt I’ll get rid of that without a really cold shower which I think I may need to go take in a minute.”

Oh, wow. I knew enough to know a guy could go through a lot of pain if a girl worked him up enough and he didn’t... get his release. The ache had gotten so intense before I’d broken into a million pieces. I couldn’t imagine being forced to stay in that state with no end. He’d held me while I found my release.

“I could... help,” I offered quietly and Sawyer’s body went rigid at my words.

“What?”

“I could help with your um... need for release. I mean it is my fault you’re like this. I could... I mean, I want to help.”

“Ah, shit,” he muttered, covering his face with his hand and rubbing it hard. “Lana, you can’t say things like that to me right now.”

“Why?”

“Because it only makes me hurt worse thinking about it.”

Crawling off his lap, I didn’t raise my eyes to see what his reaction was. Instead, I took a deep breath and reached for the button of his shorts. His hand grabbed mine, “Oh no. I’m not letting you do that.”

“I want to.”

Sawyer shook his head, “No, Lana. I’ll go up to the bath house and fix this.”

Shoving his hand away with more strength than was required, I continued to undo his shorts.

“Ohgod,” he groaned as I pulled them down. He lifted his hips so I could pull them down far enough down his hips. I was on a major power trip. Seeing Sawyer Vincent completely fascinated with everything I was doing was sexy, not to mention fun.

I pushed the nervous, reserved Lana who was screaming in my head that I could not touch a boy there, far away. I reached into his boxers and my hands felt his warm, silky erection.

“Holy shit,” Sawyer exhaled in a deep voice that sent shivers through me.

Sawyer

I opened my eyes as the warmth of the early morning rays hit the tent. Last night’s events slowly washed over me and the body I had pressed up against me made me smile. Lana McDaniel had rocked my world last night. When she’d come in my arms, I was pretty damn sure nothing could ever be that hot. But then, the expression of awe on her face with her mouth slightly open in wonder as she gently used her innocent ministrations to give me my release had been the absolute sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Pulling her tighter against my chest, I inhaled the sweet, subtle scent of her shampoo and closed my eyes.

“Good morning,” she said groggily as she rolled over in my arms until she was facing me. The shy smile on her face said she knew that she’d made me a very happy man last night.

“Mornin’” I murmured before softly kissing her mouth.

She backed away and covered her mouth to keep me from doing anything more.

“Morning breath. I need to brush my teeth,” she explained as she kept her hand over her mouth.