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Each hungry stroke of his tongue decimates any defenses I’m clawing to hold onto.
Tight muscles coil as he rises above me. And in one smooth move, he pulls my bound arms up and circles them around his head while he sits us both up and then shoves me down onto his thick cock. Pleasure and pain mix as my body stretches to take him.
Sawyer kisses me, swallowing my moans.
Whispered words are pressed against my lips.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
Mine.
I’m lost. Completely, utterly, and devastatingly lost to him. He fucks into me over and over, one powerful thrust after another. I chase an orgasm so powerful, I know it will knock my entire world off its axis. And yet, I’m right there with him when it happens. Completely in sync as I sob brokenly against his lips.
Unable to stop, now that the dam has been opened.
Not sure what caused the crack.
Or if there’s a way to fix it.
Or even if I want it fixed.
SAWYER
I’m surprised to find Wren still sleeping the next morning when I walk back into the bedroom with a cup of coffee in hand. I sit it carefully on the nightstand and enjoy watching her eyes open slowly, focusing first on the coffee, then slowly working their way up my arm until they land on my face. I honestly expected her to try to sneak out on me hours ago, which is why I barely slept last night.
I gave up on sleep sometime around five o’clock this morning and decided to check to see if the snow had stopped. It had, so I made a pot of coffee and cleared the snow from the steps and the path between our houses. Then I decided to shovel her walkway and also cleared off her car. I figured by the time I was done, she’d be dressed and arguing with me about last night.
I’m not an idiot. I could tell she was second-guessing everything. Second-guessing us. To be honest, I was surprised by... well, everything last night. And if I was caught off guard, I can only imagine how my type-A girl is doing.
She rubs her eyes and looks back at the mug. “Is that coffee?”
“Uh-huh,” I pick it up and offer it to her, enjoying this soft, sleepy side of Wren.
She sits up and leans back against the headboard before taking the cup from my hands. “Thank you. What time is it? Did I miss my alarm?” Her eyes dart to the nightstand and her phone still resting there.
“It’s a few minutes before seven. I wanted to get the snow cleared away before you woke up, so you wouldn’t have a problem getting to work.” I leave out that I also did it because I didn’t want to give her any reason to regret last night.
She sips her coffee and sighs. “Thank you. I don’t think I missed the snow at all when I was in school.”
“How are you feeling?” I push, not sure what I’m expecting.
“Honestly?” she asks, and I nod. “I feel like last night was incredible but a little overwhelming.”
I expected theoverwhelmingpart, so I’ll take the win ofincredibleand back off. I push a lock of her hair behind her ear and kiss the top of her head. “What time do you have to be in the office?”
“Nine.” She sips more coffee and sits the cup back down. “I really should get going. It’s going to be a long day. I’m not sure what my mom was thinking by throwing all this at me at the same time, and I’m pretty sure we’re not exactly on speaking terms right now.”
“She was probably thinking you’ve handled everything that’s been thrown at you your entire life and made it your bitch. You’ve got this.” I stand up and pull her to her feet, then cup her head in my hands and run my thumbs over her cheeks. “I liked having you here last night, Wren. I liked our truce.”
She raises up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. “Yeah well, don’t get used to it, Kingston. It was a one-night-only truce.” I’d be concerned if a smile wasn’t firmly in place on her gorgeous face.
“Not everything needs to be a fight, you know?” I pick up the pile of clothes folded at the foot of the bed and hand them to her. “Here. I thought these would be more comfortable than your dress.”
“Ohh... you’re good.” She takes the sweats and brushes past me as she makes her way to the bathroom, with those enticing hips swaying as she goes.
“Kingston,” she stops and calls my name before she closes the door.
