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“Get in your car and follow me. When we get to my house, pull into the garage beside my car. You won’t be needing it this weekend,” he states boldly and confidently, a combination that sends my blood swooshing in my ears and wetness flooding my core.
My hands tremble slightly and it takes several tries to get the key in the ignition. I give myself one of those you got this pep talks, but as his headlights hit my car, I can’t help but wonder if I’ve bitten off a little more than I can chew where this man is concerned.
He oozes certainty and ability, something I’m not necessarily accustomed to. Sure, the guys I’ve dated always talked a big game, but when it came time to put the ball into play, most of them fell short. I’m an aggressive girl with tastes that match, and if Sawyer shows me even half of the sexuality he’s already displayed in our short time of knowing each other, I’m pretty sure tonight is going to be one to remember.
A shiver slips down my spine, landing squarely between my legs. My body is humming and throbbing and with each block that passes, each mile I put on my car, the closer I am to having the man I’ve wanted since seeing him in the bar two months ago.
When I pull into his drive, I follow him up the lane and pull into the garage bay beside his car. He’s already walking around the hood of his car, meeting me at my driver’s door. As I slip out, Sawyer reaches into the back seat and grabs my overnight bag. Taking my hand in his much larger one, he leads me to the entry door.
The house is dark as we enter from a mudroom. I pause to kick off my shoes, but don’t get very far when I’m pulled farther into the house. We pass an expansive kitchen, but I don’t have time to admire the appliances before we reach the living room. Moonlight filters through the windows along the back wall, giving off just enough light to see.
“Wow, this place is –” I start, but my words are cut off as I spin around and am claimed by his kiss.
His lips are urgent and dominating as his fingers thrust into my hair, gripping and holding my head tightly. He devours. He claims. That’s the only way to describe this most epic kiss. The kiss of all kisses. Holy hell, my entire body is alive, a reckless charge of electricity and desire.
Our lips remain locked, our tongues battling for control and as he lifts me with one hand, my legs wrapping around his waist. I can feel every gloriously hard inch of his erection between my legs, rubbing against the one place I need him most. I’m practically panting with need.
Sawyer spins around, pressing me firmly into the wall. Somewhere in the distance something breaks, the sound of glass shattering fills the room. But neither of us stops. We’re unable to.
My legs tighten around him as he thrusts upward. The friction between my legs is both heaven and hell. His clothes, my clothes, they all need to disappear. Fast. His hand returns to my head, his callused fingers sliding up my neck and gently gripping my jaw. I gasp huge gulps of sweet oxygen when he rips his lips from my own. Our eyes are locked intently, his breath panting against my lips, our bodies begging for more.
It’s right then that I know: this won’t be gentle and it won’t be enough.
It may never be enough.
Sawyer runs his thumb across my cheek and slides it along the seam of my mouth. My swollen lips tingle from his touch. My tongue darts out and licks his thumb, swirling around it as if it were a delicious strawberry lollipop. His eyes burn with desire as he watches. When I suck his thumb into my mouth, grazing my teeth along the pad, he groans loudly, and I swear I can feel his cock swell even more in his pants. His nostrils flare and his breathing becomes erratic.
I’m witnessing the moment he loses control.
And it’s for me.
Because of me.
His mouth claims mine once more as my hands dive for his shirt. My nails catch on the material as I rip and pull, not even caring if I destroy the garment in the process. Sawyer seems to be on the same wavelength. I feel the air kiss my back moments before his big paws sear my skin with his touch. He pushes the offending material up and over my head, his lips only leaving mine for a fraction of a second.
“This needs to go,” I beg breathlessly, unable to get his shirt out from under my body.
Somehow, and I have no clue how, without setting me down, he rips his shirt up and over his own head, tossing it somewhere inside the room. My hands dive into his hair as my lips slam against his. His hands grip and knead my ass as he turns. I hear the crash just as his tongue claims my mouth. Whatever he has me pinned against moves under the joint weight of our bodies. It gives way, causing Sawyer to stumble slightly. We both grunt as my back hits something hard and unforgiving.
“Sorry,” he mumbles before attacking my neck with his very skillful mouth.
My hand pushes between my legs, searching frantically for his belt. What I encounter leaves me desperate for more. His rock hard erection. It’s large and threatening to claw out of his pants, which would be completely A-OK with me.
Sawyer unfastens my bra, pulling it from my arms and whipping it over his head. We’re moving again, my chest pressed firmly against his, as he maneuvers us to a more stable surface. As soon as the cool wall hits my back, his mouth descends and his tongue licks one of my nipples.
I moan–or at least I think I moan–as his tongue swirls and licks one hard little bud, then the other. “Sawyer,” I whisper a gasp.
His eyes lock on mine. I’m held hostage by the fierceness and drive I see brewing within. His mouth ever so slowly drops down again and he latches on to one nipple. He sucks hard, pleasure mixing with a bit of pain, and I almost come. He soothes the tender nub with his tongue before moving over to the other. I think I’m ready for it, but the moment he sucks, I scream out his name in ecstasy.
“More,” he demands as he spins around and drops. Something slams against the floor, but I’m unable to figure out what. Instead, every active brain cell in my head dies a slow death as my aching core meets his throbbing cock.
He’s sitting now, probably on the coffee table. Sawyer kisses his way down my neck, to my chest, and lands on my sensitive breasts. He continues to lick, nip, and kiss each breast, all while I’m gyrating in his lap, like a hooker working to get paid. With each movement of my hips, I’m climbing closer and closer to the release I crave.
“I want to taste you so bad, sweet Alison, but I don’t think I can wait,” he says, kissing the corners of my lips and gripping my hips, halting my movement.
“I don’t want to wait. I can’t wait.”
Sawyer kisses me with urgency and moves again. This time, I know I’m on the floor. There’s a frantic rush to rid us both of clothing, starting with my shoes, socks, and pants. I gaze up, wild eyed, as he kicks off his own shoes, rips off his socks, and removes his belt. I’m transfixed on every movement of his hands. He grips his button and opens the fly. He shimmies the loose jeans over his hips, revealing one of those drool-worthy Vs that leads straight to his groin. He pushes his tight boxer briefs down his thighs, revealing the most impressive cock in the history of the world. Hard, straight, and thick.
