Still not moving, my lips almost touching his neck, I said, "Well, this is awkward."
A low chuckle rumbled against my cheek. "Is it? I feel just fine."
The devil in me couldn't help it. I rocked my hips, sending my inner thigh sliding over his hard cock, only his thin cotton boxers between us.
Tenn sucked in a breath. His voice low, rough in my ear, he murmured, "Even better if you do that again."
Ready to argue, I lifted my head, propping myself up on one elbow, putting us almost eye to eye. Way too close, Scarlett!! Back off. Get up!
I wasn't listening to my brain. Not now. I parted my lips to say something. Anything.
Instead, I kissed him.
It was all me. Tenn didn't move. I brushed my parted lips over his, testing. Tasting. Firm, but that lower lip had a soft curve I couldn't resist. I nipped his plump lip, and he raised his chin the tiniest bit. Yep, this was all me. I could stop, I could get up, be smart—
Chapter Fourteen
SCARLETT
I kissed him again, tilting my head to the side, sliding my tongue over his lower lip to coax his mouth open. Following the instincts of my body over my brain, I surged up closer, sliding to straddle him as I took his face in my hands and kissed him like I'd die if I didn't.
I don't know what came over me. I knew better. I'd spent the last half-decade being smart and I blew it all at one taste of Tenn Sawyer. But damn, what a taste. His mouth matched mine, his lips soft and firm, his tongue right there with me, tasting, seducing, all of it so good my head spun.
It was spinning so hard, I almost didn't register his strong fingers closing over my ass in a tight grip. With a low growl of demand, Tenn flipped us, landing between my thighs, his cock pressed right against my heat, my legs wrapping around his waist as if we'd done this a million times. Tenn never stopped kissing me, his mouth hungry on mine, hips nudging that beautifully hard cock against my clit through his thin boxers and my sleep shorts.
He hit just the right spot and it was too much. Tearing my mouth from his, my neck arched, the sweet, sharp tease of pleasure almost enough to send me over the edge. I couldn't remember the last time a man had made me come. Tenn was going to do it just from a kiss. Holy fuck.
I couldn't… I wasn't… My hands came up to capture his face, pulling him back for another kiss. More. I wanted more, wanted to come, wanted—
The sounds of a cartoon theme song hit me like a bucket of ice water. August. I was the worst mother on the planet. My eight-year-old son was in the other room, and I was messing around with a man I didn't really know with the goddamned door open. Tenn and I flew apart. My feet hit the floor, my cheeks flushed with shame instead of lust.
Tenn watched me, eyes heavy-lidded with desire, lips swollen from kissing me. Just the sight of him—the worn t-shirt stretched across his shoulders, the length of his leg, that muscled thigh. Those eyes. Those lips. Fuck. I wanted…
Leveling a pointed finger at him, I narrowed my eyes. "You're dangerous, Tennessee Sawyer. Keep your hands off me." I slammed the bathroom door on the sound of his laugh. We both knew who'd started that, and it wasn't Tenn.
I strode to the shower and turned it on the coldest setting, teeth gritted. A freezing shower would suck, but it was what I deserved. And maybe, just maybe, it would cool the lust that still had me aflame.
I'd been right. The cold shower had sucked. And wrong—because it didn't do much about the lust. What was it about Tenn? He wasn't the only hot guy in this house.
No, he wasn't, but he was the only one who could set me on fire with just a look.
I was spared the torture of being around him for most of the day. By the time we all got dressed, the rest of the family was done with breakfast. We ate alone in the huge formal dining room, plates piled high with pancakes and eggs like the day before. Miss Martha and Nicky showed up to claim August, and then Tenn and I were alone.
Awkward.
Not because of Tenn. Because of me. Tenn acted like nothing had happened, as if I hadn't been seconds away from orgasm because of him. Stop thinking about it, I ordered, feeling my cheeks heat again. His eyes flicked to my face and back to his phone, the slightest curve at the side of his mouth giving away his amusement.
I did not throw a biscuit at him. I thought about it but managed to rein in my temper. It wasn't his fault I couldn't control myself.