Commanded (Club Sin 6)

“If being honest is flattering you, then yes.”

The heat in his voice sent butterflies flitting around in her belly. The passionate look he gave her had her clenching her thighs. To neutralize the sudden rush of tingles within her, she placed her wineglass on the coffee table and reached for her phone. No calls. No texts. “Nothing from Shane yet.”

Sawyer chuckled. “In a hurry to get out of here?”

“Aren’t you?” She lifted her head, seeing the heat in his eyes. “We should be out finding Travis. I’m not very good at sitting around and waiting.”

His laugh turned a bit deeper, throatier. “Now that is something I can agree to.” He finished off his beer in one big gulp and rose. “I stayed at the hospital last night with Ash and left from there to go see you at the office. Would you mind if I had a shower?”

“Nope, go for it.” Chloe’s cheeks warmed.

Sawyer naked? Oh, Jesus!

A small smile graced his face as he grabbed the TV remote off the coffee table and clicked the TV on. He handed her the controller. “Feel free to watch anything you’d like. I’ll be quick.”

The burn of passion lingered in the air as he left the living room and headed up the staircase. She blew out a long breath, curled her legs underneath her, and began flicking through TV stations for something mindless. The moment she reached a soap opera she used to watch in her teens, Sawyer’s cell phone rang on the coffee table.

Leaning forward, she glanced at the screen. Captain. Since she heard the shower going, she ignored the call and continued to surf the channels. A short while later his phone rang again. This time the caller ID showed Dmitri. She remembered Porter mentioning a Dmitri before, but she’d never met him, or Aidan or Kyler, either, though she knew they also were Porter’s buddies.

When the ringing stopped, the call probably going to voicemail, Chloe leaned back into the couch. She’d just settled in to watch the show when the phone rang again, the caller ID now showing Mom. Worry formed in Chloe’s gut. Three people called in less than five minutes. Maybe something had happened with Ashlyn. Even better, perhaps they cau

ght Travis.

She heard the water stop running through the pipes, indicating that Sawyer turned off the shower. Concerned about Ashlyn, she grabbed his phone and moved toward the staircase. “Sawyer?”

Not receiving a response, she began to climb the stairs. Once at the top, she discovered two bedrooms to the right and a master bedroom to the left, with a small loft area that held his computer. “Sawyer?”

“In here.” His voice carried from the master bedroom.

She walked along the hallway and went into the bedroom. Black bedroom furniture nestled against walls painted dark gray. A door on the left was slightly ajar, and she could see steam clouding the mirror of the en suite bathroom. She said to an empty room, “You got three phone calls in a short amount of time. I thought it might be important, so I—” The door beside the bathroom opened, and Chloe’s heart skipped a couple of beats.

Sawyer exited the walk-in closet wearing a pair of jeans, with a towel hanging around his shoulders. “Really?” Chloe heard herself saying without even thinking about it. “You can’t be serious.”

He stopped dead, surprise flickering in his eyes. “What?”

“You come out looking like that?” She roamed every inch of his body. From his thick neck and strong shoulders to the valley of his abdominal muscles and even that sexy vee at his waist, he looked good half naked. Damn good.

“Is there something wrong with my body?”

The annoyance in his voice made her snap her head up. The irritation in his eyes matched what she’d heard in his voice. “You, Sawyer Quinn, do not play fair.”

The hint of aggravation faded and he gave her a glimmer of a smile. “You walked into my bedroom, Chloe Nash.”

She knew why, too.

Sure, she had a reason for coming into his bedroom. But deep inside she’d wanted a peek at him. Behind all her worries and hesitations, she did want Sawyer. And, maybe…just maybe…she wanted to put herself in a situation where she couldn’t say no.

She drew air into her lungs, breathing through the desire storming over her. “You should check these.” She offered him the phone.

He licked his lips, but also accepted the phone. One by one he went through the messages, never taking his eyes off her. Only when he put the phone on his dresser did he acknowledge her again. “Consider them checked.”

“Is everything okay?”

He nodded, grabbing the towel off his shoulders and wiping away the droplets of water on his torso. “For now, yes.”

Chloe had no idea how such a simple move could be hot, but Sawyer made drying himself off sexy. The muscles in his arms bulged, and his abs flexed right along with them. She swallowed as he dropped the towel on the dresser and ran his hands over his buzz cut.

The heat blazing between them was something she’d never experienced before. She ached, honestly ached for him. Her clit pulsated for a simple touch or a lick of his tongue.