The Vincent Boys 02 - The Vincent Brothers

perfect?
    “Yes, of course.”
    A smile lit up his face and he squeezed my arm then let go. “Phew, thank you.”

    We both got out of the truck and I met him on the other side to get the luggage he was lifting out of the back and setting on the driveway.
    “I’ll help you. Don’t get the heavy stuff,” Sawyer said as he reached for the last bag. I didn’t normally pack so much but now that I wore makeup and styled my hair and had an actual wardrobe I had quite a few pieces of luggage.
    “Thanks.”
    “I didn’t peg you as a girl who packs a lot,” he observed.
    I shrugged, “Things change.” I reached down to pick up my cosmetics and toiletries bags. They were the smaller two.
    “Yeah, they do, don’t they.” His gaze shifted back to the house and I knew he was staring up at Ashton’s window. He was so not over her.
    “She’s an idiot... for what it’s worth,” I would have slapped my hand over my mouth if I hadn’t already had them full. I couldn’t believe I’d just said that.
    Sawyer swung his attention back to me. His dark eyebrows arched in surprise at my statement and I was sure my cheeks were bright red.
    “You think so?”
    Well, I couldn’t exactly deny it now. So I nodded.
    Sawyer took a step closer to me and my heart beat so hard against my chest I felt the need to gasp for air. His green eyes studied me carefully. It was as if he was looking at me for the first time. His eyes dropped to my mouth and I fought the urge to lick my lips nervously.
    “You think I’m a better choice than Beau? He’s the bad one, you know. The dangerous one. Girls like bad boys.” His voice had dropped to a low rumble. I shivered as he took another step closer, his eyes never leaving their study of my lips. It had been awhile since I’d reapplied lip-gloss. I wondered if they were dry.
    Forcing myself to remain calm, I responded, “Not all girls.”
    “Hmmm...”
    He raised his hand and gently ran the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. I mentally imagined biting his thumb and pulling it into my mouth to suck but I didn’t. Instead, I just stopped breathing.
    “They are as soft as they look... maybe softer,” he whispered, then he lowered his head and before I could take a calming breath his mouth was on mine.
    Forcing oxygen into my lungs via my nose, I dropped both the bags in my hands and grabbed onto his arms to keep from passing out due to the overwhelming fact I was actually being kissed by Sawyer Vincent.
    His hands settled on my waist and squeezed the bare skin they touched gently. I think I may have moaned when he pulled my bottom lip into his mouth to suck on it. Before I could completely throw myself at him, he was gone. Dizzy and completely shaken , I lost my balance and reached out to grab the side of the truck.
    “Whoa,” Sawyer’s hand shot out to steady me.
    Now, that was embarrassing. I took a steadying breath and lifted my eyes, once I got them focused again, to look at Sawyer. Instead of having an awestruck expression like I was sure I had plastered on my face, he was frowning. No, make that scowling.
    “I shouldn’t have done that Lana. I’m sorry. I was upset and I just didn’t think,” he reached down and grabbed my two heavy suitcases and headed for the front door without waiting on me to respond.
    That hadn’t been the way I’d pictured our first kiss ending. And trust me, I’d been fantasizing about that kiss for years. Most of my life. Although the kiss itself was spot on perfect, the ending was way off course.
    Anger suddenly took the place of disappointment and I snatched up the remaining bags and followed him. How dare he kiss me like that, then apologize and walk off.
    “That’s—”
    The front door swung open ending my sentence, which was probably a good thing since I was about to let him have it.
    “Lana, sweetheart, you’re here,” Aunt Sarah beamed at me as she pushed open the screen door.
    Shooting Sawyer an angry glare, I pushed past him and into the house.

Chapter Four

    Sawyer
    That couldn’t be good. I mentally cursed myself for making such a jackass move. Jerking my truck door open, I started to climb inside when Beau’s truck pulled in behind me. Perfect. Not what I needed right now. I needed to wrap my head around that stupid kiss with Lana. Not face Beau and Ash.
    Beau’s truck door swung open and he got out with an angry snarl on his face. What was his deal?
    “Better be a damn good reason you’re parked in Ash’s