Chapter 3
Zoey
Sawyer looks like he wants to consume me. His deep, lustful gaze reminds me of that split second before he entered me for the first time. God, all the memories are flooding now, of when we were in bed afterwards, how he cuddled me after, took care of me...
I swallow. “I’m sorry.”
He strokes my bottom lip with his thumb. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not,” I whisper, my eyes flicking to his mouth.
I’ve never had a problem doing the right thing. I’ve never had a problem... Sawyer is the problem, but he doesn’t taste like one. He tastes like everything I want and some. I shouldn’t be here on this couch, so close to temptation, especially after giving myself that pep talk last night. I deserve a man who will openly claim me, a man who believes he’s worthy of me. I don’t want to
