I miss it. But not for long. He catches my chin in his hand. “Turn around. Put your hands against the wall.”
“Is that my surprise?”
He leans closer, his lips barely brushing mine as he whispers in a rough, gravelly voice, “Don’t ruin the surprise, Chloe.”
Yes, sir.
A red-hot pulse beats between my thighs as I spin around, press my palms to the wall, and wait for his next move.
No job? Doesn’t matter. Car falling apart? No big deal. Who cares when I’m about to get fucked senseless?
6
COME UNDONE
SAWYER
To say it’s been a while would be an understatement.
Which means…I’m not just a hungry man. I’m starving.For her.This woman is delicious. As I sweep my nose along the back of her neck, I catch her scent again, but this time it’s not cinnamon. It’s possibly jasmine. Maybe vanilla? Fuck if I know, but these hotel scents are sexy too. Because it’s her. There’s just something about Chloe. Something that drives me wild.
I kiss the back of her neck, layering open-mouthed caresses along her soft skin as I push the strap of her dress down her shoulder while my other hand slides along the back of her leg.
She gasps, caught off guard, clearly. But in a good way, since she pushes her thigh back against my hand, seeking more contact, asking for more touch.
Fuck yes.
I cup the back of her thigh as I kiss between her shoulder blades.My fingers climb higher, traveling to her ass. I groan happily when I discover the bikini bottoms don’t quite cover it all; there’s the perfect amount of cheek. With my fingers skimming the bare underside of one, I inch closer. “You’re right. This is going to look fantastic on the floor,” I rasp.
She lets out a staggered breath all while arching into me. “Better make sure,” she says, half tease, half plea.
“Patience,” I warn, then tug up her dress, exposing her to me.
And…hell.
Those cheeks. That ass. This woman.
I run my fingers along her curves, and fuck it. I can’t resist. “I need to know something,” I whisper against her shoulder, grazing my teeth over her collarbone.
“Yes?”
“This,” I say, then slide my hand between her thighs and cup her right there. It’s instant—the discovery of her arousal.
And she knows I’ve gotten my answer as I groan, long and low and primal.
“That’s what you wanted to know?” she asks, breathless.
“Yes,” I say, dragging one finger down the panel, wet with her arousal. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart.”
“And are you going to do something about it?”
I want to do everything about it. I want to fuck her, I want to eat her, I want to finger her. I want to watch her come over and over. And maybe I’ll do all of that. “You got anyplace to be tonight?”
“Just on your face.”
I laugh, lifting my gaze toward the ceiling. “You’re fucking perfect.”
But she’s also…clear.
