“Of course I did. Just…” His voice trails off into a sly smile. “Not too long.”
“And you didn’t look when we were in the office?”
He groans into my shoulder as he unclips my bra. “Your sweet little pussy. I’m goin’ to enjoy headin’ down there again.” His beard rasps softly against my neck, and he eases the straps off my shoulders. My bra puddles on the floor with my other clothes. “Yeah.” His thumb glides over the bump of my nipple and lingers there a second before he cups my breast in a gentle squeeze. “I want to remember this, too.”
The heat in his eyes follows every inch of my skin that he touches. He’s certainly keeping the promise he made all those weeks ago to take his time. My skirt is still on when he kneels down to reach under the scratchy pleats of tweed to inch my knickers down my legs.
“I’m leavin’ these on you.” His fingertip ghosts up my sock from my ankle to my knee. “You were wearin’ a pair like these the first time I saw you.”
“You’ve mentioned that before.”
“Yeah. And now I want to know if they feel as good wrapped around me when you come as I imagined they would.”
“Sawyer!”
He is completely without shame when he grins up at me. “I’ve had a lot of dirty thoughts about you in these socks.” He kisses my knee.
My skirt is the last thing he takes off. The metal zipper drags down, and the pleats drop to the floor around my socked feet.
For a few painstaking breaths, Sawyer simply looks at me. The hunger in his gaze as he studies my naked body steals the breath from my lungs more than any compliment could. He screws his eyes shut and lets out a long groan as his hand slides up past my thigh to the curve of my waist. It’s too much for him. The effort it takes to constrain himself to those gentle touches shows in the torment of his face.
He pecks a brief kiss on the top of my bare pubic bone. “I was right,” he murmurs against my skin. “Just like I said that night. I knew you’d be fuckin’ heaven under all those clothes.”
He rises and brushes a trail of kisses along my shoulder and collarbone, his hands finding my waist to guide me backward onto the bed.
The mattress squeaks beneath us. The sound is so absurd and unsexy, but I barely have time to laugh before he’s smiling against my mouth, drawing me into another kiss. When I relax against him, bare skin melting into bare skin, he gathers me even closer.
“I wish I was smarter,” he whispers into my neck. “I want to know the right words to tell you how beautiful you are to me.”
“Your words are the right words.”
He lifts his head, doubt flickering across his features. Is he always going to feel like this? My reassurance doesn’t seem to cut through his insecurity.
I stroke my fingers along his jaw. “Show me then.”
Sawyer’s eyes brighten, and a suggestive smile softens the corner of his lips. He likes this idea. The splintered dusk throughthe bedroom curtains highlights the faint glisten of sweat on his skin as he slides down my body, his mouth distracted by every bump he finds, his tongue a luscious glide over my breasts, around my belly button, all the way down…
“Oh.” I sigh when his tongue strokes a confident greeting over my clit. “Are we doing this again?”
“Mmhmm.”
I wriggle back on the pillows. “I suppose if we must.”
A throaty chuckle is muffled between my legs. Sawyer’s attention quickly focuses on pleasuring my sensitive bud in restless, teasing swirls. I don’t have to be quiet in my bedroom like I was in the office. A long moan escapes from me, unrestrained, and his groan is deep in reply.
Oh, this is so much better.
I angle my hips to keep his mouth right where I need it, my breath shaking from ragged sighs into the air, my hands fisting the cotton sheets. His tongue is a maddeningly soothing caress against my clit.
It’s not enough.
“More,” I pant.
A thick intrusion gently nudges at my entrance, and an intense shudder of pleasure washes over me. My brain can’t focus on forming words when his mouth makes me feel this good. I can’t tell him that’s not what I meant. I wanted him to be rougher with his tongue, but now, with one—no, two—of his fingers demanding to slide inside me, he’s giving me more than enough.
No, it’s too much. I can’t…My skin prickles with sweat and my muscles ache from the effort of holding back against the relentless torment of his mouth…that delicious fullness...I can’t…A hoarse cry tears from my throat as I come in a flurry of pulses around his fingers.
He kisses the inside of my thigh. “Maybe we should have slowedyoudown…”
