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The night sky provided Sawyer with enough light so he could turn off his headlights as he drove up Birdie McAllister’s driveway. It was two hours after he’d left the Roll Away, and Birdie was probably asleep by now, and he should let her, considering the number of hours she worked in a day.
Getting out, he shut his door quietly and headed up her front steps. He opened the door, which wasn’t locked, and closed it softly behind him. Toeing off his boots, he then made his way through the silent house.
The little cottage had two rooms. He entered the first and found some boxes, plus other spare room stuff. The next had the curtains open slightly and an empty double bed with the covers pulled back.
“Don’t move or I’ll shoot you!”
“You invited me over. Was it so you could shoot me?”
“Sawyer?”
She stood behind him, holding what looked to be a rolled-up yoga mat, like the one his mom had, above her head. “I thought you were an intruder.”
“A downward dog never really killed anyone,” he said, taking the mat and throwing it to the floor. “If you are worried about intruders, lock your front door.”
“I can’t find the key.”
“Get one cut,” Sawyer said as his eyes did a slow survey of her body in that tank top and silky shorts.
“I really should.” She jumped him.
Sawyer staggered back, and his legs hit the bed. He fell on the mattress.
“Birdie—”
“Be quiet.” Her mouth fused with his as her hands went to his shirt. She tugged it off his body.
“Like I said. Attitude,” he rasped as her mouth left his and headed south. She kissed his chest while her hands roamed his body.
“I didn’t get a chance to touch you… all of you, I mean. I want to now.”
He moaned as her lips traced one of his nipples. She stroked, kissed, and licked every inch of his body until his breath was choppy, and he was so hard his eyes crossed.
“I need you naked,” Sawyer demanded.
She ignored him and tugged his zipper. Sawyer lifted his hips as she pulled his jeans down. His shorts followed, and he was suddenly naked.
Control was important to Sawyer. A woman had taken it from him once, but never again. He rose to grab her. She pushed him, or tried.
“Let me, please,” Birdie said softly.
He lay back down. Her hands started stroking his thighs as she kissed his stomach, her tongue trailing circles over his hot skin. Sawyer felt like he was going to detonate. When her fingers wrapped around his cock, he moaned again, long and low, deep in his throat. That small hand around him was torture.
Then her tongue stroked the top of his head, and he shuddered. She licked every inch of him and slid that wicked mouth up and down, taking him deep into her throat.
Sawyer was close. He’d thought constantly about the woman between his legs since he’d had her in Ryker Falls and was ready to be buried inside her again.
“Take off your clothes, Birdie.”
She got to her feet and did as he asked. Sawyer sat on the edge of the bed, hard and aching as he watched her.
“I want you now,” she said, coming back to place her hands on his shoulders.
“I need to taste you again,” Sawyer said, stroking the curls between her thighs. His fingers were wet in seconds as he moved between them. “So wet.”
“Now, Sawyer.”
