“Why me?” Paige asked, needing to know why Sawyer wanted her.
He tipped his head to the side, an amused smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “What do you mean, why you?”
She exhaled a deep breath and forced out the crazy question before she changed her mind. “You’re hot and gorgeous, and you could have any woman you want. So what is it about me that you’re attracted to?” It was something she’d always wondered.
“Jesus, Paige, you have no idea just how beautiful you are,” he said in a serious tone. “You’re this rare combination of sweet and sexy that I can’t resist. There is nothing arrogant or vain about you, and that’s so damn refreshing. I love your curves, your long, auburn hair, and your expressive green eyes that make my blood run hot when they go dark with desire.” His gaze dropped lower, as did his voice. “And your mouth…you fucking slay me with those soft lips and make me want to do sinful, dirty things to that warm, lush mouth.”
A liquid rush of heat shot straight down between Paige’s thighs. She squirmed in her seat, barely able to breathe as she imagined what kind of sinful, dirty acts he’d demand of her — and wanting that, too. “So, it’s all physical attraction for you?”
“I’m not that shallow, sweetheart, though your delectable body is a great bonus,” he murmured as he slid his fingers under her hand and stroked her palm with the same kind of slow, deft caress he’d used many times before in more intimate places. “The first thing that drew me to you, even before I saw your face or met you, was your kindness.”
She laughed lightly, even as her body responded to his deliberate touches, which were just as effective as sensual foreplay. The brush of his fingers, along with the way he traced teasing circles on her palm, served to awaken her senses. Her skin grew warm, her breasts swelled, and her nipples tightened and tingled — and judging by the heat in his gaze, he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
She forced herself to concentrate on their conversation. “How is it possible that you were attracted to me before you even saw me?”
He arched a dark, chastising brow. “Have you already forgotten how we met?”
“No.” And she never would.
Her mind drifted back to that day when Sawyer had entered her life in an unexpected way. Every morning when she picked up her coffee order at the drive-through window of her local coffee shop, she always paid for the person’s order behind her — her way of putting positive Karma out into the universe, and it just made her feel good knowing she’d probably brightened someone’s day with the unexpected gift. That morning, she’d received a text from Raina just as she’d paid for the two orders, and instead of driving off as she normally did, she pulled into a parking spot in front of the establishment so she could text back her friend.
A rap on her window a few minutes later startled Paige, and her head whipped around to find a disarmingly gorgeous man bent low and staring at her through the glass. His hair was cut military short, and he had the most seductive dark brown eyes and a hard body that made her swallow back an appreciative sigh. Butterflies fluttered to life in her stomach, and when he motioned for her to roll the window down, she wondered what she’d done wrong and why this stranger wanted to speak to her.
Hesitantly, she lowered the window. “Yes?” she asked, her voice sounding breathless to her own ears.
He dazzled her with a sexy grin as his gaze took in her facial features with undeniable interest. “I wanted to thank you for buying my coffee and bagel just now.”
“Oh, yeah, sure. You’re welcome.” She smiled at him. “It’s all part of my morning ritual. I like to start the day by paying it forward.”
He rested his hands on the window frame, drawing her attention to his strong, muscular forearms. “Damn, and here I thought I was special and you’d bought my breakfast to get my attention…which it did, by the way.”
A warm flush climbed up her neck, his flirtatious comment flustering her. Drawing his attention hadn’t been her intent. She hadn’t even looked in her rearview mirror to see who was in the vehicle behind hers. She never did, because it didn’t matter.
He tipped his head to the side, regarding her with genuine attraction in his eyes. “How about I return the favor and buy you breakfast tomorrow morning?”
She automatically shook her head, not wanting him to feel obligated — which was why she always drove off right away. “That’s really not necessary.”
“Yes, it is,” he insisted. “I’ll see you here tomorrow morning at nine.” He winked at her, then straightened and walked away as if it was a given she’d comply with his request.
She stared at those broad shoulders in shock, then snapped herself out of her stupor. “No, wait!”
He turned around and kept walking backwards, farther and farther away. “I gotta go,” he said, flashing her a charming grin. “Don’t stand me up and break my heart, beautiful.”
He slid into his car and drove off in the opposite direction, leaving Paige sitting in her own vehicle in stunned disbelief. She didn’t even know his name. There was no way she’d be so rude as to not show up at the designated time, and as she got dressed the following morning, she’d convinced herself that he was just being friendly and nice.
He’d asked her out to dinner and a movie for that weekend. Her nerves had kicked in and she’d told him she was too busy to date. That hadn’t deterred him, and he’d insisted on meeting her for breakfast…every single morning, if that was the only hour she had to spare.
For over a week, they drank their coffee and talked, about his life in the military, a bit about her growing corset business, and other common interests. He flirted shamelessly, made her smile and laugh, and there was never a shortage of conversation between them. He’d stuck around much longer than most men would have, considering she’d kept him squarely in the friend zone.
The next time he’d asked her out on a real date, she’d taken the leap and said yes but kept him at first base — kissing only — for a while, and it was longer still before she’d trusted him enough to sleep with him. Even then, she’d been way more modest and reserved in the bedroom than she was certain a sexual man like Sawyer preferred or was used to. Especially now that Paige knew he’d suppressed his more dominant urges in order to slowly ease her into accepting that he had a kinky side, which she’d only just discovered at The Players Club.
“You made me work for it, Paige,” he said, as if he’d just read her mind. “But you were so worth it. If it was just about your body and getting you into my bed, I would have moved on after the first rejection.”
PLEASURE HAS NEVER BEEN SO DECADENT!
Paige Moore has a fulfilling business designing couture corsets for her high profile clientele, but her love life is sorely lacking. Being burned in the worst way possible by Sawyer Burrows has left her guarded and wary when it comes to men and their motives. When her best friend presents her with an invitation to The Players Club, she embraces the chance to enjoy a hot night with a stranger, and finally put her past heartbreak, and Sawyer, behind her.
Sawyer knows he devastated Paige with his careless actions a year and a half ago, and he’s lived every day since with those regrets. Now, seeing Paige at The Players Club, he knows this is his chance to make amends and prove that there is still something between them worth pursuing. If sensual pleasure is what Paige is looking for, then he intends to be the man to spend the night seducing every part of her.
Paige’s surrender is Sawyer’s ultimate goal, but once her desires are sated, will she give them the second chance they deserve?