He was busy kissing a path to my ear and tugging the lobe between his teeth.
“Touch me,” I begged, wiggling beneath him. My body felt like a live wire ready to explode.
“Oh, baby.” He pulled back enough to ask, “Can I make you come?”
I nodded, looking him straight in the eye and hoping he could see how badly I needed it. “Please. Yes. I want you to turn my brain off until all that’s left is you.”
Sully gave a slow nod, bracing himself on the step on either side of me. “I can do that, but I need you to promise me something.”
“Anything,” I breathed.
“I need a part of you to stay here with me.” His words were weighty, intentional. “I need to know you’re here, and I have you.”
“You have all of me. I’m not going anywhere,” I assured him. “I just want everything else to leave. Everything and everyone but you.”
He leaned down, nodding and brushing a soft kiss over my lips. “It’s just me and you, baby. Just me and you.”
“I love you,” I reminded him, eyes fluttering shut as his lips began to roam again.
“Mmm,” he hummed, pressing his face into my neck, sucking on my pulse point. “Say it again, El.”
My breath hitched as he found a sensitive spot, and my eyes flew back open. On either side of us, I saw the walls we repainted, standing tall and proud.
“I love you,” I repeated, squirming and desperate for his lips to move elsewhere. Lower. Anywhere lower.
“Good girl,” he praised and rewarded me by dragging his mouth down, across my collarbone and then my chest, before he was unbuttoning my jean shorts and tearing them down my legs. “I love you, too, darling. I love you more than fucking anything. AndGod, am I going to love making you come for me.”
I whimpered—unapologetic. My whole body ached for him. Yes, we were together in Boston, but I didn’thavehim. It wasn’t the same as this.
“No lace today?” he murmured, eyes heating me from the inside out as they swept over my plain cotton underwear.
“Disappointed?” I asked, voice breathy.
“They’ve grown on me,” he confessed before hooking his fingers into the sides of my underwear and working them down my legs, tossing them on the stairs.
“Wonder why that is.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, not giving me an answer. “But this is my favorite.”
“What?” I tilted my chin to get a better look at him and the way he was staring at me.
“You, bare for me.” His gaze was glued to my center, eyes filled with want. “So fucking wet for me, Eleanor.”
I tilted my hips, searching for more. I needed him to stop looking at me and starttouchingme. “Sawyer…”
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, reading my mind. His hands drifted up my bare thighs, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “I’m going to make you come. But I have to be gentle with you?—”
“Says who?”
“Your doctor.”
“It’s been weeks,” I argued.
His head jerked as he shook it. “Don’t care. Still need to be careful. But I want you so bad that I’m fucking shaking?—”
“Sawyer, if you don’t do something soon, I’m going to take matters into my own hands again.”
“God, you say that like it’s a bad thing,” he groaned but dropped his head, pressing featherlight kisses to my inner thighs. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve replayed that night in my head? Watching you play with your pretty little clit was so fucking?—”
