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Sawyer opened the door at the top of the stairs, and moved into the shadowed room. He smelled vanilla and lavender, a feminine scent that was sexy and homey at the same time. He peered over Mia’s shoulder, spotting a bed with ruffles cascading down the sides, and an odd-looking rug warming the hardwood floor beside it, but he didn’t stop to flick on the light to get a better look at Mia’s choice of decor. The moonlight streaming through the window cast enough light to see the heat in her gaze as he laid her down on the bed, and that was all the illumination he needed.
“I want to taste every inch of you,” he said, working open the buttons on his shirt. “Head to toe.”
“No toes,” she said, pulling her tee shirt over her head, revealing a white lace bra a shade lighter than the creamy skin of her breasts. “I’m not a foot girl.”
“You will be when I’m done with you.” Sawyer reached down, capturing her wrists when she reached for the close of her bra. “Don’t. That’s my job.”
“Then is this my job?” She twisted her wrists free and made quick work of the remaining buttons on his shirt before pushing his button-down off his shoulders, revealing the skin-tight undershirt beneath. “After the day we’ve had, I think you deserve to be comfortable.”
“Thanks,” he said, biting his lip as her fingers trailed back and forth across his chest, her teasing touch making his nerve endings sizzle.
“You’re welcome, but I think we can make you even more comfortable.”
“You think?” His breath caught as her hands slipped beneath the bottom of his shirt, smoothing up his bare stomach. Her fingers were cool, but they trailed fire through him, making his pulse race and more blood rush between his legs. At this rate, he’d be hard enough to demolish condemned buildings in a single blow before they were anywhere close to the main event. He had to slow this down, and make sure Mia was the one with her head spinning.
He lifted his arms, letting her strip his undershirt away, but the moment his head was free of the fabric, he pushed her back onto the bed, covering her body with his own.
“My turn,” he said, kissing his way down the graceful column of her throat as his hand slipped behind her back, popping open the close on her bra. He guided the lingerie down her arms, and drew back to drink in the view.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, running his palms up her ribs to cup her fullness, proving that she was the perfect handful. In the pale moonlight, he couldn’t make out the tempting peach shade of her skin, but he could see that her nipples were pulled into buds that practically begged for his touch, and Sawyer wasn’t the type to let a cry for attention go unanswered. He brushed his thumbs across her erect tips, his cock twitching in his jeans when she gasped and arched into his hands.
“God, Sawyer,” she said, his name sounding finer because it had come from her lips.
“I like hearing you call my name.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, before trailing more kisses along her clavicle and down to where her breast began to swell. “I want to hear you say it again, when you’re coming on my tongue.”
Mia sucked in a breath. “Oh, well I—”
Sawyer dipped his head, pulling her nipple into his mouth, and her words ended in a moan. He swirled his tongue around and around her pebbled flesh, discovering that she fit into his curled tongue exactly the way he’d dreamed she would. Perfectly, sweetly, like she was made for him and he was built to give her pleasure. She tasted like flowers and sea air and a piece of paradise he wasn’t sure he deserved access to, but he wasn’t about to alert anyone in charge. He didn’t want to take a step from this bed. He wanted to stay right here with her, all night long.
“Wow, that’s…I…” Mia cupped his head in her hands, fingers digging into the base of his skull as she let out a breathy laugh. “Just realized there’s no hair to hold on to.”
“I can grow some, if you want,” he said, flicking his tongue across her nipple. “I’m bald by choice.” He transferred his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same teasing attention he’d given the first.
“No, I like you the way you are,” she said. “I can’t imagine you with hair, I can’t… Damn! I have no idea what I was saying. I can’t think when you’re doing that.”
“Good. Don’t think.” He intensified his efforts, licking and sucking until she squirmed beneath him. He captured her nipple between his teeth and bit down, making her shudder and her fingernails dig deeper into the sensitive skin of his neck. He nibbled at her puckered tip as he trapped her other nipple between his fingers and rolled it in firm circles, increasing his pressure until Mia moaned in frustration and her thighs churned on either side of his own.
“Damn,” she said, hands shaking as they feathered down his back. “It’s never felt like this before.”
“Good?”
She moaned again. “So good.”
“I want it to feel even better.” He reached down, thumbing open the button on her jean skirt and drawing it down her thighs, revealing white lace panties so sexy he couldn’t bring himself to strip them off of her right away. Instead, he cupped her mound through the soft fabric, biting back a groan when he felt heat and telltale wetness dampening the crotch of her panties.
“Is this for me?” he asked, rocking the heel of his hand against her sex.
“You see anyone else in here?” Mia spread her thighs, offering him an invitation he couldn’t refuse. Without hesitation, Sawyer shifted the drenched fabric to one side, and slid a single finger into her heat.
“Fuck, Mia,” he breathed, as his finger was enveloped by her slick channel. She was so wet, so hot, and so fucking tight he could already imagine how insanely good it was going to feel when he was finally inside her.
But not yet, not until she was begging him for it, and he’d tasted every inch of her.
He teased his finger in and out, in and out, fucking her with his hand, drawing more wetness from her eager body, waiting until she was lifting into his thrusts before he added a second finger. By the time he brought his thumb to massage her clit, rolling it in gentle circles that made her head fall back as her hips lifted harder into his thrusts, Mia’s breath was coming in shallow gasps.
“Sawyer, please,” she begged, tugging at his shoulders. “Please. It’s too much.”
Sawyer stilled his hand. “Am I hurting you?”
