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Then her hands trailed back up his chest, to the back of his neck, and their tongues met again, meshed and tangled and… Sawyer forgot his curiosity at her words.
Seconds later, she had his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Her aggressiveness turned him on even more, and he craved her skin. Bare, silky flesh. And those legs…
Sawyer grasped the backs of her thighs right below her ass and edged his fingers up beneath her shorts. Softness and heat. He needed more, needed her closer. Lifting her, he turned their bodies until Mariah’s back was pressed against the glass. She wrapped her legs around him, nestling him at her core and pulling a growl from deep in Sawyer’s throat.
Within seconds, he had her down to a lacy lavender bra and barely there panties. Her fingers dipped into his shorts, first in back, then at his fly. He felt his snap give, heard his zipper go down. Then she grazed his tip and …holy hell.
“Mariah,” he managed. “We’re treading close to that point…” A full stroke from her had his words and thoughts stopping abruptly and his brain melting.
“Are you not okay with this?” she whispered. “We can stop…”
Stopping, not getting to drive her body to oblivion the way she was doing with him, was not an option. To hell with the job, the plan, everything. It wasn’t like this was new ground, exactly — just new to his memory. He wanted this with her, wanted to remember what it felt like to be wrapped in Mariah’s long, beautiful thighs. So he was being impulsive … again. So fucking what?
“More than okay,” he forced out. “But if you don’t stopthat, it’s going to be over quicker than either of us want.”
“Yeah?” she said with a grin that was both smug and sultry at once. She stroked him again, once, twice, and every drop of blood swarmed south, every nerve in his body tuned in to her touch.
The best defense is a good offense.
Sawyer reached between them and pulled her hand from his pants, twisting their fingers together as he braced her body more securely between his and the glass. He held her hand above her head and trailed his other to her breast, pushing the thin material of her bra down so he had full access to her nipple. She arched into him and threw her head back as he teased one side with his thumb and finger, his palm, then moved to the other side.
* * *
Mariah heardthe needy sounds she made, but she didn’t care. She just … wanted.More. Wanted him to relieve the ache that throbbed at her center, intensifying with every second of contact. She was only remotely aware that he had her up against the door where, technically, the world could see them.
Determined to get to him, she dropped her hands back to his waist and under his shorts to knead his ass. As he teased her with his tongue, she eased his shorts and boxer briefs down and pushed them to the floor, leaving him beautifully naked. Of course, she couldn’t see how beautifully just now because he was still making her crazy with his fingers and tongue and…Oh, God.
“Sawyer,” she moaned as she rubbed her body against his heat. Her breathing went shallow as she felt the velvet touch of him on her inner thigh at the edge of her underwear.
“Hold on,” he said, and as he moved them away from the window, she threw her arms around his neck even though he had a solid grasp of her butt.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he carried her through the living room.
“No one needs to see us.” He took her into his bedroom and eased her onto the center of his bed on top of the covers.
“You have to admit it was kind of hot.”
“You’re naughtier than you look,” he said with an appreciative look. “I strongly believe that public sex should only happen when two people are, you know, seriously dating, at the very least.”
“I do adore a guy with morals.”
His modesty was sweet, and if she were thinking straight, she’d no doubt be appreciative of his control, as well. While sex against the sliding glass door might be incredibly stimulating at the time, she would probably die of embarrassment as soon as the moment was over.Walk of shamewould take on new meaning.
“Come here,” she whispered. She pulled him down closer and kissed him again as she wrapped her legs around him.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
His body pressed at her opening, her underwear and bra the only things keeping them apart. As if he read her thoughts, he reached behind her back and fumbled around for a couple of seconds before unclasping her bra. He whisked it off her and palmed both her breasts, caressing and stroking them reverently.
Now Mariah could fully admire his beauty. Doctors were not supposed to look like that, she thought distractedly, her breath coming irregularly. She writhed against him, edgy, dying for him to fill her, to ease the burning need.
“Sawyer.”
He moved his body enough to peel her underwear down her legs. Mariah lifted her knees and arched needily.
“Do you have something?” he breathed into her ear. His tongue toyed with her lobe and his tip teased her core, making it hard as hell to register the question.
“It’s taken care of,” she said. Between timing and the pill, she wouldn’t be getting pregnant today.
