Sawyer’s hand cups my cheek. “What are you doin’ down there, Elsie Hoskins?” Playfulness dances in his eyes, but there’s a rough edge to his voice that sends a flutter through my chest.
“Slowing you down,” I say, my fingers curling over the waistband of his white boxers, easing the cotton down his strong thighs.
He’s naked now, except for his black socks, and he stands in front of me with a healthy erection straining upward from a neat patch of blond. I’ve felt him turned on like this before, but to see it…
I sigh. “Oh, yes… You will do very nicely…”
A low, strangled sound catches in the back of his throat when I wrap my hand around his cock, and another follows when I lean closer, my tongue teasing along the length, drawing him slowly into my mouth.
“I don’t think that’s goin’ to slow me down.” His fingers spread lightly over the side of my head to urge me closer. “You’re good at this.”
I glance up at him as my tongue flicks over the tip. “Thank you.”
Sawyer doesn’t seem able to focus. His eyes squeeze shut, and he gasps his next breath. “I’m a lucky man.”
I return my full attention to him, taking my time, savoring his taste, the feel of velvety skin over rock-hard man, and teasing my fingers along the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Any doubts of us being right for each other flutter away with his uneven breaths. He loves this, and relief is an aphrodisiac for me. I can relax and enjoy him. Even if every other step in our relationshipstarts shaky, we’ll always have long days on the beach and endlessly satisfying oral sex to fall back on.
Sawyer’s hand briefly fists my hair before he forces it to relax in a more tender stroke. “Elsie.” His voice is urgent. “Baby. Stop.”
I do. Instantly. He almost folds over the top of me, hugging his arms around my shoulders. He gasps in between a string of curses, and then he laughs.
“That was close,” he says.
“We don’t have to stop. I want you to come.”
“Me too. Fuck.” For a moment, he looks genuinely tempted to abandon whatever scrap of restraint he’s clinging to. “Just not yet.” His hands slide beneath my arms, and he hauls me upright so he can kiss me again. “You’re still wearin’ all these clothes.”
I rest my hand on his shoulder, nibbling on my lip as my fingers soak up the feeling of his muscles tensing and then relaxing under my touch. The contrast between us makes me smile. My body is still carefully hidden under layers and layers of clothes, but there’s not a stitch blocking my view of him.
“We got distracted,” I say.
“Youdid.”
“Can you blame me? Look at you…” My words trail off as my hand glides over the tattoos on his shoulder to his chest, appreciating the firm muscle, to drift lower…and lower… I swear his heart is beating twice as fast as it should.
“Baby.” A low groan escapes him, and his forehead drops to mine. “You’ve got to give me a chance.”
“A chance for what?”
“Thinkin’.”
“Don’t I overthink everything enough for both of us?”
His laugh is a throaty rumble. “You know what I mean.”
I catch his face between my hands and rise onto my toes, silencing the disagreement with another kiss.
Sawyer sighs when he reluctantly pulls away again. “How many layers have you got on, anyway?” Feverish fingers push my cardigan off my shoulders. “Jesus.” The wool pools at my feet, and then he’s busy with the buttons of my blouse. “I’m never gettin’ you out of all this.”
“Let me help—”
“No.” He bats my hand away to peel my blouse off. “There are few pleasures in this world as perfect as finally seein’ you.”
“You’ve seen me before.”
“Your sexy little swimsuit isn’t the same as your underwear. It covers you up…and I was tryin’ real hard not to peek.”
“So, you didn’t look?”
