She felt as if she’d seen parts of Sawyer tonight that he had never shown to anyone else. That made this thing between them special. His concern made him even more endearing. It made her want more from Sawyer than just a hot and sweaty night between the sheets.
With that realization strong in her mind, she accepted that Sawyer had been right. It hadn’t been if they were going to have sex; it was simply a matter of when. And after the whirlwind of the past day, when just so happened to be now. “I want this. I want you.”
The shift in Sawyer came instantaneously, and Chloe could spot the exact moment he let his thoughts go. His eyes grew darker, more intense. Apparently that was all he’d needed to hear from her.
He gathered her in his arms and rose from the couch, holding her tight to him. “Bedroom?” he growled.
“End of the hallway.”
In a few short strides Sawyer made it to her bedroom door, somehow managing not to drop her as he opened the door. Mr. Magoo meowed and hurriedly ran out of the room. Sawyer kicked the door shut behind him and flicked on the bedroom light. Her heart raced in her chest as he moved to the bed, lowering her and blanketing himself over her. God, his body felt amazing—so strong, so thick, and so damn perfect, making her feel more feminine than ever before.
Yet…Sawyer was a different breed of man than Chloe had known before.
Intense. Overtly confident. A man’s man.
“I’m nervous,” she admitted, staring into his eyes, which were flaring with desire.
“You don’t need to be, beautiful.” He brushed his hand across her face. “I’ll take care of you.”
Heat blasted into her as he lowered his hand to the hem of her shirt and pushed the fabric up above her bra. A shiver ran through her as he bit her nipple through the thin fabric. Only when she arched, wanting more, did he continue. “See? Nothing to be nervous about.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned as he nibbled the other breast. Electricity shot up her spine when he pulled her bra down and exposed her. Consumed by Sawyer’s lack of hesitation and the way his tongue swirled around her areola, she shamelessly shoved her breast into his mouth.
To her complete delight, he didn’t back away. No, he delivered on his promise to take care of her. Every time his teeth nipped at sensitive flesh, he ground his hard cock against her clit, dispelling her nervousness and replacing it with the desire to be under this man’s capable hands. His tongue teased the hard peak of her taut bud, and her universe narrowed to his mouth on her breast.
She was so drawn in by the sensations that she hadn’t realized he’d reached underneath her to unfasten her bra or that he had removed her shirt over her head, because he’d never stopped kissing her—between her breasts, on her stomach, on her neck—there wasn’t a spot of eager skin unnoticed or untouched by him.
That was the pleasure he could offer, she discovered.
Sawyer paid attention. Whenever she squirmed, he stayed in that area a little longer, or would move away briefly and then return. She ran her fingers over his shaved head as he flicked open her jeans. Lit on fire now, she lifted her chin, giving him access to all of her. He greedily kissed her neck, pushing her pants and panties down. She had one second to look into his smoldering eyes before he ripped her jeans off.
The warmth and weight of his strong body vanished as he leaned over her and placed open-mouthed kisses on her mouth, her neck, and her breasts, while his hand traveled between her thighs, stopping on her hard and achy clit. She moaned and angled her hips with each stroke of his fingers, desperate for more. Then she couldn’t stop moaning as he swirled his hand faster, bringing her higher into pleasure.
Lost in a utopia of bliss, she wrapped her hands around his neck, holding on to him as he slid two fingers inside her, only to remove them a second later. His low, masculine grunt of delight followed as she kissed his neck. His taste, his smell…she savored him. Her hips moved in rhythm as he stroked her sex.
Only when his mouth returned to hers did she cup his face and feel his harsh breath across her cheek. He swirled his fingers over her clit with the intent to make her come. A bold move that wasn’t a request but a demand.
She couldn’t have refused even if she wanted to. He stole the orgasm right out of her body, leaving her a breathless mess. And yet she became aware that he wasn’t nearly finished with her. The sly smile on his face also declared as much. Eyes on her, he slid his fingers deep inside her. Her only recourse was to grip the sheets beneath her, sitting partly upright, as he finger-fucked her into another orgasm.
Before she even had the chance to recover, Sawyer lowered himself between her thighs and dropped his mouth onto her clit, licking and sucking. From somewhere in her sexual haze, she felt Sawyer turn her over onto her stomach. He pushed one of her knees up closer to her chest and licked her sex from behind.
She moaned. Oh, hell, did she moan. And the only thing she could manage to say was “Yes, yes, yes.” Yet this time he refused her the orgasm that was so close to breaking wide open. Now he reached for her and gathered her against his hard torso—a torso that happened to be bare.
Chloe couldn’t recall when Sawyer had had the time to take off his shirt and unbutton his jeans, but she realized she didn’t care how he was half-naked, she only cared that he was.
Desperate to explore him, she traced her fingers over hard musc
les, from his shoulders to his broad chest to his six-pack, and then to that sexy vee at his waist. Sawyer was a fucking dream come true.
The thought must have registered on her face, because his grin turned devilish. “You like what you see?” he murmured.
“I fucking love what I see.”
His eyes became dark and aroused right before he kissed her again. On his back, he yanked her on top of him, assisting her onto her knees, which gave him room to slide his jeans down below his hips. A flash of concern shot through her, which lasted only a second, because when he stopped kissing her, he placed a condom wrapper between his teeth and ripped it open.
Once he tossed the foil onto the bed, he urged her mouth to his, and she felt him applying the condom. But she only had a few seconds to admire how deft Sawyer was with such a task before one hand came to her nape and the other went to her hip. Then he was inside of her, and that was all that mattered.
She’d realized when she’d rubbed against him that he had an impressive cock. But she wasn’t expecting the pinch of pain when he entered her. He stretched her, shoving every glorious inch of him deep inside her.