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SAWYER
Could this be the biggest mistake I've ever made, kissing her, finally breaking the unbearable tension? I could be accused of doing this to shut her up, but that wouldn't be true. No, this is what I want. This is what I've always wanted. To hold her, to touch, and kiss, and taste, and explore. To feel.
This time, she doesn't fight me off right away. Her tongue slides past mine, in fact, lighting up every nerve in my body and making me sizzle from head to toe. How did she do this to me? How does she know exactly what I need, how I need it? Because I need her to kiss me like she is now, with all the heat and passion I knew simmered beneath the surface all this time. I need her nails digging into my shoulders—damn it, I'm wearing too much clothing, we both are. I want her skin, I need her hands on me.
It's when I begin pulling my polo from my waistband that the moment shatters and Willow backs away, shaking her head furiously before bumping into the sofa and falling back on it in a flushed, breathless heap. “No. That is not happening.”
“What are you saying? Don't pretend you didn't—”
“Okay, so I was into it, but one of us has to be smart and it's got to be me. I will not let you do this to me.”
I can’t help but show the intense frustration that now battles with unquenched thirst. “Damn it, what do you think I'm trying to do to you?”
“How can you expect me to trust you after everything? What, I'm supposed to forget how we started out?”
Right now, with my dick screaming to be free and my entire body screaming for release, every impulse leaves me wanting to brush her off, to tell her it doesn't matter. That was the past, we were different people, all of that.
But there are more important things than getting off—which I very much need to do.
Yet instead of charging the sofa and pinning her with my body, I slowly lower myself beside her. Her shoulders hunch and she folds her arms, and that's my fault. I can accept that.
“Look at me.” When she doesn't right away, I take the chance of reaching over and hooking a finger beneath her chin, turning her head. Stubborn thing—she still tries to fight it, but I'm too persistent.
“I'm sorry. I am so sorry for what I did to you.” I lean in, gratified when she doesn't pull away, and this time the brush of our mouths is soft but no less electric. No, if anything, that slight touch leaves me panting for more.
“Just saying it isn't good enough. I'm sorry, but that's how it is.”
Another kiss, another, and she can't silence the soft sighs each touch of my lips stirs up.
“Do you want to know the truth?” I whisper before kissing her again, this time on one flushed, downy cheek. “Boarding school was a miserable experience.” I slide my lips along her jawline, noting the goosebumps pebbling her neck and shoulder as I continue caressing her. “I had no choice whether I wanted to attend. I felt abandoned, rejected.”
“You sure didn't seem that way.”
“Haven't you ever heard of coping mechanisms?” God, her skin is magic, and I want to taste every inch of it. “No matter what I did, it wasn't good enough. If I got an A, why wasn't it an A plus? If I made co-captain of the basketball team, why wasn't I the solo captain? Nothing I did was ever up to his standards. I was completely cut off from everybody and everything I knew. And I was stupid enough to take that out on others. Including you.”
When our eyes meet this time, I find hers hazy with a mixture of lust and understanding. The lust is gratifying, but it's the understanding I need. That's all that matters right now, because if this is going anywhere, she needs to forgive me.
“I'm not that stupid little boy anymore.” She is so impossibly soft, her cheek like silk beneath my fingers as I stroke from temple to chin. She leans into my touch and my heart soars. “Can you ever forgive me?” I whisper with my heart in my throat.
“You wouldn't be saying all of this just to get into my panties, would you?”
I can't help chuckling. Even now, she has to be a hard ass. “You know, the fact that you would ask that probably plays a large part in why it's been so important for me to get through to you. You don't take any shit, but that only means working harder to get you to trust me. That's all I want. For you to trust me. I'm no good at any of this,” I have to admit. “I have never fought like this for a woman. I never thought it was necessary. I've never been the settling down type or even the boyfriend type, but you?”
My fingers travel the slim column of her throat before dancing along her collarbone until she shivers. “You have me feeling things I didn't think were possible, not for me.”
She places her hand over mine, holding it still before taking a deep breath. “This isn't just another bullshit apology like the one you gave me at the dance, is it? You aren't going to pull the rug out from under me again, right?”
I hate that she has to ask that. “I will never do that to you again. You have my word, Willow. Hell, you have all of me.”
To prove it, I slide from the couch to the floor, lowering myself to my knees in front of her. “This is where you have me. Absolutely humbled by your beauty and your intelligence and your absolute determination to put me through my paces. All I want is a chance to prove how sincere I am when I say I want you. All of you.”
She jumps slightly when my hands land on her knees but doesn't push me away, instead she sighs as I slowly spread her thighs. I can hardly breathe as I inch the hem of her dress up her legs, exposing more and more of her to me before running my mouth over the ultra-smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs. She slides down until her delectable ass is at the edge of the cushion and I take advantage, hooking my fingers around the waistband of her lacy panties and slowly working them down, tantalizing both of us in the process. By the time they’re around her ankles I’m practically salivating, so eager to worship her as she deserves.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper before lowering my head, running my tongue along her glistening seam and picking up the taste of the excitement that coats her lips. I can't help but groan as my desire explodes into something all-consuming. Something so powerful there's no hope of fighting it.
And she feels it, too. She must, or else why would she moan the way she does while her fingers tangle in my hair? “Just like that,” she groans, suddenly grasping my head tighter, holding it in place while my tongue works her wet, swollen folds. “Yes. Harder. I want you to eat me, Sawyer.”
Dear God. I'm about a heartbeat away from finishing in my pants by the time I release a growl and do as the lady asks. I eat her like a man starved, like only the taste of her sweet nectar will satisfy my hunger. Focusing on her pink bud I wrap my lips around it and suck, flicking the tip with my tongue, and she rewards me by raking her nails over my arms and grinding against my face.
