Page 75 of His Reckoning

Which means the chapter is definitely staying.

I close the laptop. The problem isn’t the scene. The problem is that Sawyer keeps replacing the fictional hero in my head.

And that image has dark hair, rolled-up sleeves, and a very irritating tendency to stand too close in a kitchen.

I drop my head back against the wall. “Oh my God.”

This is becoming deeply inconvenient. Now every time I think about the scene, my brain immediately substitutes Sawyer.

I sit here on my bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling. I can already tell this is about to spiral.

I sigh and slide further back against the pillows.

“Well,” I tell the empty room, “this is your fault.”

Which is ridiculous because Sawyer Maccini is currently somewhere across the city in a meeting.

Completely unaware that he’s managed to derail my concentration again.

The irritating part is, if he walked into the room right now, I’m not entirely sure my reaction would be appropriate.

And that realization is probably a sign that I should stop thinking about him immediately.

I slide down my headboard and lie flat on my back, closing my eyes. Maybe if I just think about something horrible.

Instead, my brain plays a little scenario. Us in the kitchen again, but this time, his hand falls to my hip, ditching the bowl entirely. He slides it around to my stomach and pulls me against him.

I lose my breath when I feel his hard body against mine.

Before my brain can stop it, I’m unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, along with my underwear.

This is so wrong. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’m far too worked up.

And the scenario just keeps going.

He pushes me up against the counter—aggressively. The slight pain from the force is nothing compared to the erratic beating of my heart. His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back just enough to make my breath catch.

His tongue starts at my collarbone and runs up my neck to the back of my ear.

Heat rushes through me so fast it’s almost embarrassing.

I reach between my legs and put my fingers at my lips and run them along the slickness of my opening.

Then I bring them up to my clit and start to rub soft, slow circles as I let the images play in my head.

It all happens so fast. Before I know it, he has me stripped bare and leaning on my elbows over the counter, driving into me hard enough to make the counter dig into my hips.

I moan out my release as I let the fantasy completely take over and wreck me.

It’s not until I come down from the high that I open my eyes.

Tonight is going to be a disaster.

Because now I have to look Sawyer Maccini in the eyes like I didn’t just completely lose my mind over him.

Chapter Fourteen

Sawyer