“Sawyer,” I gasped, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with his. Stroking. Taking. Moaning. A whole-body shudder worked through me. Fire flooded my veins, and my nerve endings fizzled. “I love you, too. I have never stopped loving you.”
“Eleanor,” he groaned and then kissed me harder.
“Sawyer,” I repeated, no other words in my brain. Just his name and how much I loved him. How much I needed him. “Just—please.”
He nipped at the corner of my mouth, and my breath caught. “What?”
“Keep kissing me.”
His lips twitched before they found mine again.
“Never again,” Sully eventually muttered when our air began running out, and our mouths parted.
“Never again?”
My brain was hazy, confused by the conflicting messages.
“You told me I couldn’t kiss you in Boston, and I’ve been dying inside ever since.” His lips trailed to the side, kissing a path to my jawline. Meanwhile, his voice scraped against my senses. “Please don’t ever fucking do that to me again. Not kissing you has been the worst kind of torture.”
“Never again,” I promised, and then I was hoisted into his arms. With deliberate movements, he wrapped my legs around his waist while his strong arms hooked behind my back, and we were moving. Sully’s strides were quick, his hands sliding up my spine to steady me as the creak of the porch steps sounded beneath us. We crashed into the house as his lips descended on mine again, and another groan vibrated between our lips. There was no way of knowing whether it came from him or me, but it didn’t fucking matter.
Sully kicked the door shut behind him, and it rattled the frame of the house.
“Good,” he said, but I’d forgotten what we were talking about. “Because I’m going to kiss you. I’m going to kiss you fuckingeverywhere.”
The next thing I knew, I was landing on the stairs, my ass perched on the edge of a step as I clung to Sully. Hard to say whether this had been his intention or if he’d realized he couldn’t walk up the stairs without breaking the kiss and refused to stop. But either way, one of his hands had traveled to my thigh, gripping it as his knee nudged its way between my legs so he could make room to position himself there. And his lips were moving, too, trailing away from my mouth to nip at my jaw and cascade down my neck. I arched for him, desperate for more.
“Yes,” I breathed—pleading, begging. “Yes.”
“Yes?” he echoed, his gaze flicking to my face whilehis lips stayed on my skin, pressing a kiss to the curve of my collarbone. “Yes what, baby?”
“Kiss me everywhere. Please.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, pulling back slightly. “Are you sure that’s what you want? Because I—” His tongue darted out, licking his lips, and then his voice dropped to a tone that made me delirious with desire. “I want you in a very bad way, Eleanor. I want to—” A muscle rippled in his jawline as he tried to temper himself—for a reason I couldn’t quite understand at the moment. “I want to put my mouth on every fucking inch of you.”
I held his bright blue gaze, wanting him to know I meant every word when I said, “I want that. I want that more than anything.”
His blond lashes fluttered as he lowered his attention back to my body, a hushed curse slipping through his lips. It was gentle at first, the way his mouth brushed my collarbone and then my shoulder. But then his teeth nipped at the strap of my top, and a low growl tore from his throat when I arched up into him, needy for more.
“Sawyer,” I whined, closing my eyes at the brush of his chest against mine. There was too much fabric between us, but I could feel how hard he was—his upper body, his hips, his cock.Holy?—
“Goddamnit, El,” he cursed, and I shivered as his teeth grazed my skin.
“What?”
“I was trying to go slow,” he said, voice gritty as he abruptly ripped my top down, exposing one breast. My eyes flew open, a gasp slipping out of me. “But if you’re going to be a needy girl, then I’m fucked.”
My nipple puckered, caused by the intoxicating mix of cool air and Sully’s warm breath, but he quickly covered it with his mouth, sucking it between his lips, lavishing his tongue over the sensitive peak. Desire flared as I cried out, tangling my hands in his hair.
“Missed these tits,” he muttered but then moved from mybreasts back up my body, slamming his lips back onto mine, licking into my mouth as his hands ran up and down my body. “Missed this mouth, too,” he said before returning to kissing me. One palm cupped my exposed breast, squeezing it between his talented fingers as his thumb brushed over my aching nipple. I gasped into his mouth, feeling his lips curve against mine. “Missed you making those noises for me.”
“Only for you,” I promised. “Only ever for you.”
“Good,” he growled into his kiss. “The idea of anyone else touching you makes me see fucking red.”
“Only you,” I repeated, voice shaking as a shudder worked its way through me from the vibrations of his kiss and the way his words echoed inside me. “Sawyer…please.”
“Hm?”
