ENCHANTED BY YOU

Sidney walked around him, back to the truck, unfortunately losing her balance as her heel caught on one of those cursed rocks.

“Oh, shi—” she exclaimed, the word clipped as her body slammed into Sawyer’s and his arm caught her. Tightly. The side effect being close enough to kiss him. If she wanted to. Which she didn’t. At all. Even with his mouth right there.

“Sorry,” she said, as she laid her hands against his chest to push back, and yet she didn’t push. And he didn’t let go.

God bless America, she couldn’t breathe. Everything in her wanted to run her hands right on up to his neck, his face, his hair, and wrap herself around this man with the hand burning a hole in her lower back.

“Lets um—” she began, her gaze focused on his mouth solely because his eyes would have done her in.

“Get to Crane’s,” he said, nodding slightly.

“Yeah,” she said, sliding her hands down his chest a little as he let her go. As unfair as that may have been, his hands did a drive- by down the side of her ass, leaving both of them a little unsteady.

“So,” he said.

“I’m gonna get—back in the truck,” she said, spurring her feet into motion. “Shit!” she whispered as she got in and shut the door. “Breathe. Grow up.”

His door opening made her gasp and cross her legs. Which showed more thigh. So she put it back down and tugged her skirt down. In doing that, she noticed a button undone on her blouse, giving a nice little view. Jesus, she looked like she’d been making out in a back seat. And looking to her left, she caught Sawyer watching the whole show, a heat in his eyes that made the soles of her feet tingle.

“You done?” he asked.

Boy, was she. Done for.