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“I hope your dad won’t mind that I’m here. I don’t want to break his trust already.” His words cause me to stubble on the carpet and he reaches out to grab my arm.
“No, I think he would be okay with it since you were my hero the other night. Plus, I’m eighteen so I guess he can’t say too much about it.”
Sawyer gazes around awkwardly. “Where did you want to watch the show? I thought I would order some pizza once we got settled.”
“Um, about that. The only place we have Netflix is my room, so I guess we’ll have to watch it in there.”
Sawyer gulps and shifts his feet. He seems as nervous as I am. Oddly, that quells my anxiety a bit. He clears his throat. “Sounds good. Lead the way.”
I take his hand and lead him upstairs to my room. After I open the door, I look around in mortification. I guess I never thought about my room from a guy’s point of view before, but now all I can see is the pink and the guy posters that hang on the wall.
Sawyer walks over to examine my Channing Tatum poster. “I always thought this guy was kind of a tool. Plus, he’s kind of old, isn’t he?”
I know I’m red as a beet. I nod my head. “You’ve got to admit he’s got some nice muscles though.”
He walks over to me. “Is that what you like, Ronnie, muscles?” As we stand there, he puts my hand on his upper arm and flexes. Sawyer has just as many muscles or maybe more than the guy hanging on the wall.
I gulp this time. Then I clap my hands in a goofy, cheerleader way, and walk over to the remote by my bed. “Okay, time to start the stalker show marathon! Who’s ready for a crazed lunatic who just wants to find love? I know I am!” I know my voice sounds high and chirpy, and totally unlike myself, but I’m turned on and nervous.
Sawyer watches me with a knowing smile and then sits on the bed beside me. I breathe a sigh of relief when he says, “Let’s get this party started, Red.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
I’ve been popular with girls since kindergarten. Even back then, girls gave me their juice boxes and cookies during snack time. -Sawyer
Sawyer
This was not my best idea. In fact, this was a very, very bad idea. Ronnie’s long legs shift on the bed next to me. I try very hard not to watch them out of the corner of my eye. Her legs are long, pale and smooth and I’m having a very hard time not imagining them around me.
We ate pizza earlier on the floor and moved up to the bed to watch the rest of the show. I’m trying very hard to act platonic so as not to scare her off, but my jeans have been uncomfortably tight since she answered the door wearing that pink skirt. I’m sure she thought it was modest, and it is, but all I can think about is getting my hands up it.
“It’s a good show, right?” Ronnie asks huskily. I know she’s been watching me half the time too, so I’m not really fooled by her casual routine. The sexual tension in the room is high and it ratchets up even further as the psycho and his girl have sex on the screen.
“Yeah, it’s pretty entertaining.” The sounds coming from the screen turn me on more and I shift uncomfortably again. Ronnie’s eyes are completely focused on mine as she scoots up the bed to get closer to me. Her skirt pulls up a little and I can’t help but watch as more leg comes into view.
“Sawyer, is it okay if I kiss you?” Her voice has a breathy quality to it that makes my blood fire up.
“Red, you never have to ask that.” She doesn’t. I would kiss her anywhere, anytime, even if we were going down on the Titanic.
She smiles shyly and I watch, mesmerized as her index finger traces my lips. It sends a shiver of lust down my spine.
“You have beautiful lips, Sawyer. Did you know that?” She’s watching me so closely that I can see the storminess in her eyes. She’s just as turned on as I am.
“No, but I do know I’m going to die if you don’t kiss me soon, Red. You’re killin’ me.” I love that she’s taking charge, but it’s making it hard for me to control myself.
“Well, I…”
That’s all she gets out before I take her lips with mine. I’m greedy for her and tired of holding back. I give her everything I feel in the kiss. All the pent-up desire, the fantasies I’ve had about her, all of it, goes into that kiss. Our tongues tangle and she emits a small moan.
My hands roam her body. I try to control myself but I still end up with my large palm over her breast. She stops kissing me long enough to say, “You’re not stopping me from going a little further this time. It’s what I want, big guy.”
“I won’t stop you if it’s what you want.” I grin. I love that she’s comfortable enough with me that she can be saucy right now. She pulls her shirt over her head and I place a gentle kiss along her collarbone. “Let me do the rest though.” I feel her small nod and she kisses the top of my head as I kiss across her chest. I undo the clasp on her bra and I feel her tense as the cups fall forward.
I stop kissing her long enough to look into those green eyes that always make my heart clutch. “Don’t worry pretty girl. I’m only going to make you feel good, and we can stop whenever you want to.”
“I know, Sawyer. Please keep kissing me.” She leans back and I take the bra slowly off. Her breath is coming faster so her chest moves up and down. I lean over her and keep kissing until I get to her nipples. They stand straight up, aroused and ready to be kissed and touched. I use my tongue to circle the areola and she grasps my hair. I suck greedily on her nipple and her legs start to rub against each other. I know she’s starting to ache between her legs, but I continue to lavish attention to her breasts.
I suck harder on her nipple and caress her hip with my hand. She tugs harder on my hair and lifts her hips in need. I know what she needs. I want to please her again, but I’m so wound up that I’m not sure I’m going to make it without coming in my pants, which I’ve never done.
