told her he loved her, way back in middle school.
“I like your hair grown out a little, like that,” she blurted out. She felt her cheeks grow pink, and she felt like a silly teenage girl again.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked. His gaze dipped from her face down to her body, just for a second. “I like a lot of things about you, Remy.”
He reached out and skimmed the backs of his fingers down her shoulder, and it was all Remy could do not to moan. How long had it been since she’d been touched by a man?
Remy shook her head. “I’ve changed a lot since you saw me last.”
“Maybe, but I still think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he said.
“Sawyer… I’m not… I’m not that girl, anymore.”
Something flared in Sawyer’s eyes, but he didn’t challenge her.
“I’m starting to understand that, now. I just wish you’d tell me what happened to make you feel that way.”
Hmmm, maybe being all but abandoned by you, getting threatened by your father, and then going through 18 hours of labor with just my mother at my side? she thought, feeling a flash of bitterness.
Not that she could say any of it to Sawyer, but there was certainly a small part of her that wanted to lash out at him, pound her fists on the solid wall of his chest, make him understand.
Instead she said, “I’m not the girl you knew, Sawyer. Life went on when you were gone. I have other things in my life. Responsibilities. Baggage.”
Sawyer’s brows lifted. “You mean the farm?”
Remy frowned. “Well… no, but… yes. It’s more than that.”
Sawyer leaned closer, just a fraction, but suddenly Remy couldn’t seem to catch a breath.
“What if I told you that I don’t care about any of that?” he asked.
This close, his eyes filled with heat, his body brushing against hers… it was persuasive. Sawyer consumed her, the clean male scent of him filling her senses, making her forget everything else…
“What do you want, Sawyer?” she managed to ask, her lips trembling.
He sucked in a breath, his gaze dropping to her lips. She had the barest second of recognition before he descended, his mouth pressing against hers in a possessive, demanding kiss.
He cupped her jaw, his lips working over hers. After a moment of frozen indecision, she sighed, giving him an opportunity.
Sawyer teased her with the tip of his tongue, reminding her just how talented that tongue could be. Even back in school, before she’d given up her innocence to him, that tongue had given her pleasure countless times.
When his other hand settled on the small of her back, slowly drawing her closer, she almost let him.
Almost.
Her hands flew up, pushing at his shoulders. She broke the kiss, shaking her head.
“No,” she said, both to Sawyer and herself. “This isn’t right.”
“Remy…” he said.
“I swear, I thought maybe you’d changed a little bit since high school. You really haven’t though,” she said with a frown.
“Tell that to the decade I served in the Navy,” he said, his brow creasing.
“I’m not talking about your work ethic, Sawyer. I’m talking about the way you are with women. How many other girls are you running around with these days, huh?”
Sawyer gave her a look. “None, right this moment.”
“Uh huh. And later tonight, you’re not going to be on the phone to one of your girlfriends back in D.C.?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“So, you’re actually worse than before. You can’t even keep a girlfriend now?” she demanded to know.
“Why the hell would I want to do that?” he spat, then pulled a face as if already regretting his words.
She stood, a rush of anger filling her chest. Though it was more for herself than for Sawyer, she turned her bitterness outward.
“You can’t just waltz back in here and think I’m going to fall into your lap, Sawyer. I’m not some… floozy, you can just pick up and put down when you want. I’ve moved on with my life, just like you did.”
He
“I like your hair grown out a little, like that,” she blurted out. She felt her cheeks grow pink, and she felt like a silly teenage girl again.
“Oh, yeah?” he asked. His gaze dipped from her face down to her body, just for a second. “I like a lot of things about you, Remy.”
He reached out and skimmed the backs of his fingers down her shoulder, and it was all Remy could do not to moan. How long had it been since she’d been touched by a man?
Remy shook her head. “I’ve changed a lot since you saw me last.”
“Maybe, but I still think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he said.
“Sawyer… I’m not… I’m not that girl, anymore.”
Something flared in Sawyer’s eyes, but he didn’t challenge her.
“I’m starting to understand that, now. I just wish you’d tell me what happened to make you feel that way.”
Hmmm, maybe being all but abandoned by you, getting threatened by your father, and then going through 18 hours of labor with just my mother at my side? she thought, feeling a flash of bitterness.
Not that she could say any of it to Sawyer, but there was certainly a small part of her that wanted to lash out at him, pound her fists on the solid wall of his chest, make him understand.
Instead she said, “I’m not the girl you knew, Sawyer. Life went on when you were gone. I have other things in my life. Responsibilities. Baggage.”
Sawyer’s brows lifted. “You mean the farm?”
Remy frowned. “Well… no, but… yes. It’s more than that.”
Sawyer leaned closer, just a fraction, but suddenly Remy couldn’t seem to catch a breath.
“What if I told you that I don’t care about any of that?” he asked.
This close, his eyes filled with heat, his body brushing against hers… it was persuasive. Sawyer consumed her, the clean male scent of him filling her senses, making her forget everything else…
“What do you want, Sawyer?” she managed to ask, her lips trembling.
He sucked in a breath, his gaze dropping to her lips. She had the barest second of recognition before he descended, his mouth pressing against hers in a possessive, demanding kiss.
He cupped her jaw, his lips working over hers. After a moment of frozen indecision, she sighed, giving him an opportunity.
Sawyer teased her with the tip of his tongue, reminding her just how talented that tongue could be. Even back in school, before she’d given up her innocence to him, that tongue had given her pleasure countless times.
When his other hand settled on the small of her back, slowly drawing her closer, she almost let him.
Almost.
Her hands flew up, pushing at his shoulders. She broke the kiss, shaking her head.
“No,” she said, both to Sawyer and herself. “This isn’t right.”
“Remy…” he said.
“I swear, I thought maybe you’d changed a little bit since high school. You really haven’t though,” she said with a frown.
“Tell that to the decade I served in the Navy,” he said, his brow creasing.
“I’m not talking about your work ethic, Sawyer. I’m talking about the way you are with women. How many other girls are you running around with these days, huh?”
Sawyer gave her a look. “None, right this moment.”
“Uh huh. And later tonight, you’re not going to be on the phone to one of your girlfriends back in D.C.?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“So, you’re actually worse than before. You can’t even keep a girlfriend now?” she demanded to know.
“Why the hell would I want to do that?” he spat, then pulled a face as if already regretting his words.
She stood, a rush of anger filling her chest. Though it was more for herself than for Sawyer, she turned her bitterness outward.
“You can’t just waltz back in here and think I’m going to fall into your lap, Sawyer. I’m not some… floozy, you can just pick up and put down when you want. I’ve moved on with my life, just like you did.”
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