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Not even e corralled the boys in the shallow end of the pool and he swa his arms on the step behind him, he tipped his face back to catch the sun Did he knohat he looked like?

Chiseled muscle covered his chest, drops of water in his chest hair catching the light like diaainst his tanned skin And his face, those cut cheekbones, thick hair dark ater slicked back off his forehead I could al so expensive His watch The pool It didn't really matter You could balance a can of sardines on those abs and people would line up to buy them

And yet, that ie of Tenn didn't fit because Tenn was real He was vital and present and way too potent to be contained by a photograph in a ht, at the heat deep inside as the word potent filled my head, I slid down the steps and sank under the water I hadn't planned to get ainsthad been potent as hell I'd wanted it Far toocloser to the boys I needed to get out of touching range

Kissing Tenn that e mistake Massive

Tenn Sawyer had been teh before I knehat he tasted like How his hands felt onover my skin Now that I'd had a taste, all I wanted was er for control I could, but it would be a lie and I really tried not to lie to eous face and that perfect body This was about Tenn

His external beauty was a distraction froht be that oodbut not overbearing I thought of the handcuffs and a shiver of lust hit usted that he'd restrained me With any otherabout what I'd do if I had those cuffs I could pin him down, straddle his hips, and…

I dunked under the water again I kne good it felt to straddle Tenn, to have his hands on me Would I really want to restrain him? Another shiver Yes, I think I would…

One last tiunder until I had ht

Tenn was not the point I wasn't here for Tenn I was here for Thatcher Only Thatcher It was a little scary how often I had to remind myself why I was here Thatcher Not Tenn

I popped back up above the water,in the shallowest corner of the pool If I kept my eyes on the boys, I could try to pretend Tenn wasn't there

I didthought that maybe when this was over, when Thatcher was safe, h to satisfy us both Just a taste

That was a proble to jump Tennessee Sawyer

Still nothing froive me my phone but he'd shown me the locked screen a few times No missed calls No texts It was possible Thatcher had called and Hawk had intercepted him and erased the call history The screen appeared to be locked, but Hawk looked like a man who had skills The truth was I had no idea what he could do

Regardless of the reason, not hearing froht up to hi to kill hi project, or August, Thatcher was a buzz in the back of my head

Was he safe? Where the hell was he and how long was it going to take hiet to Sawyers Bend? I kneouldn't be able to relax until I saith my own eyes that he was okay

Every second I had free, I spent searching for the ugly little bust of Vitellius I knewproject had to look weird It wasn't like I was getting paid As far as they kneas doing this for free to fill the tiht Vanessa's killer