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She saw the moment the anger changed to something else. Felt it as he pulled her closer. The hardness pressing into her belly.
“I want to be happy, unlike you,” she whispered.
“You don’t know me.”
“You don’t know me.”
Their mouths were now inches apart, and she wanted his kiss. Wanted him. Grabbing a handful of his hair, she tugged, and their lips met. It wasn’t like before. This was hard. This was possession. She felt his hand on her leg and then it slid under her skirt to grip her thigh.
“Wrong,” he whispered against her lips. “But I don’t care.”
She didn’t care either. She ached between her thighs for this man. Needed him to possess her.
The hand slid up and cupped her ass.
Birdie made a sound in her throat that resembled a whimper.
The hand lowered, and his fingers stroked. She was wet, could feel it soaking into the satin. She wriggled, trying to ease the tension growing inside her.
“Stop moving,” he rasped against her mouth.
“I can’t help it.”
His snort sounded ragged, and then he was kissing her again as his fingers slid under the band of her panties.
“You’re so wet.”
She focused on the sensation he was creating inside her and definitely not the embarrassingly short amount of time it had taken him to get her there. She’d never felt this desperate before.
His thumb stroked her, starting at the aching bud and moving along the drenched folds. A moan tore from her mouth.
“Just feel, baby.”
And god, she was just feeling. The pressure inside her grew as his hand found a breast and squeezed just as he slipped two fingers inside her. She came apart after four thrusts and shuddered out her release.
“Sawyer!”
That was not Birdie calling his name. She heard a fist pounding on the door opposite. Birdie froze. Sawyer pulled her close, holding her pressed to his chest.
“Sssh.”
“We’re getting in the hot tub if you want to come. Be there in about ten!”
She kept her cheek pressed to his chest, eyes closed.
Oh my god, she’d just let Sawyer Duke’s fingers give her a big O. She’d never be able to look at him again.
“He’s gone,” Sawyer said as she pulled out of his arms. “Let me—”
“You should go with your brothers.” Birdie backed away. “That shouldn’t have happened. Sorry.”
“Why are you apologizing for something you enjoyed?” He was hard. She could see it in his pants. Unlike her, he’d not found his release.
“This complicates everything. It shouldn’t have happened. Wouldn’t have if you weren’t angry—”
“I didn’t touch you in anger.” He looked pissed off now.
“Just go, Sawyer. Please,” she added. Birdie then did what she was good at—avoided the conflict. She ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. She heard the hotel room door shut seconds later.
