A ragged breath escapes me. I, for sure, want her hands on me, but is this what she wants? Or what she thinks I want? “Wait,” I gasp as her hand encircles my cock and begins to jack me off. Blood rushes straight out of my head and travels south until all I can concentrate on is the pressure of her hand as it slides up and down over my erection. “Fuck,” I groan.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes. Fuck.” Her hand moves faster, and I won’t deny it—yes, it feels good. Of course, it does. But— “Hadleigh. Baby.”
Her eyes flick up to mine, and I put my hands on each of her upper arms and squeeze. Her hand slows, comes to a stop, and drops away. She blinks up at me, and I swear her eyes look glassy.
“I am always down for whatever you want to do. But something tells me you’re more worried about my expectations than what you want.”
Her lips part as she stares at me. “You’re not like anyone else I’ve known.”
With a quick shake of my head, I agree. “I’m not.” I tuck myself back into my boxer briefs and hike up my jeans. “Come here.” She walks into my outstretched arms, and I kiss the top of her head as I hold her tightly to me.
By the time she realizes my intention, I’ve already scooped her up, cradling her against me. Inhale. Exhale. I breathe her in—everything that makes her Hadleigh.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
Words stick in her throat, and she points at the open door just off the living room. My long legs have us in there in three strides. The room looks just like I’d expect—everywhere I look, I see her. There’s a large bookshelf, no doubt full of her romance novels. An outfit for school carefully hangs on a hook next to the closet. A tube of lipstick in that shade of pink she likes sits on the dresser. The whole place smells like her, floral and oh-so-pretty.
She swallows visibly as I set her on her feet. I hook her chin with my finger and our eyes connect. She looks nervous now that I’ve changed things up on her. I like the confident, sure Hadleigh I work with. But this Hadleigh? The vulnerable, real one? I want to know her more than anything.
I brush my lips over hers without breaking our eye contact. “I want to know how you want this to go. You lead. You set the pace. Show me what you want, Hadleigh. I’ll try my best to give you everything you need. Every. Damn. Thing.”
She unbuttons and removes my shirt, then pulls the hem of my undershirt upward, so I accommodate her, reaching back to pull it off. Her fingers skim over my skin, dipping into the indentations between my muscles, down over the V that heads straight into my briefs. She leans forward and presses a kiss right over my heart before peppering them all over my torso. On an exhaled breath, she pulls her top over her head and shimmies out of her jeans, kicking off her ballet flats in the process.
Hadleigh is a vision, all soft skin and sweet curves in baby-pink lace. She stands before me like an offering. I’m a starving man and beginning to think only she can satiate me. She’s all I want.
“Will you touch me?” She swallows and looks up into my eyes. What I see there confounds me. How is it that this confident, smart woman seems unsure?
“Get on the bed.” She turns and climbs on top, giving me a view of her ass that I won’t soon forget, complete with a little bow on her panties at the base of her spine.
Hadleigh situates herself on her side and watches me as I shuck off my shoes, socks, and jeans before climbing onto the bed after her. I skim a hand down her upper arm, eliciting goose bumps everywhere I touch her. I finally stop with my hand on her hip, then slide it back and down over her ass cheek, which is still encased in the pretty pink lace panties. The sight of her like this has my heart hammering a wild rhythm behind my ribcage. My lips twitch as I watch her reaction to my fingers kneading her flesh. Between us, her breasts brush my chest with every inhaled breath, and I can’t help but put my mouth on her. All that soft skin and lace are about to drive me out of my mind. She sucks in air through her teeth as I lave her nipple through the lace with my tongue. When it puckers and becomes taut, I gently kiss it before reaching behind her to unfasten her bra clasp. I make quick work of removing it and roll her to her back. My mouth clamps down on her nipple again, and I suck and lick until she’s twisting and straining at the tender onslaught before switching my focus to her other breast and beginning again.
“Oh God, Sawyer.”
I drop kisses everywhere I can reach, then nudge my knee between her legs so I can feel her under me. Full body contact has us groaning in unison. Her hips unconsciously tilt, her hot center meeting the hard length of my dick, and she begins to grind against me. I whisper near her ear, “Baby, you feel like my best fantasies all rolled into one.”
We go on like that for some time, bodies writhing against each other and kissing as if this was our last chance, as if the world were ending and we only had this one moment in time.
Clarity hits me like a sledgehammer to the chest. A million moments like this with Hadleigh could never be enough. If I were the earth, she’d be sun, shining brightly on me and heating me incomprehensibly with her presence and proximity. Feelings burst forth and grow within me until it’s almost too much to handle.
“Sawyer.” Her voice is gritty and full of need. Her pelvis bucks up against me, and without any words, I know what she wants me to do. With a quick breath, I ease back onto my knees between her legs. My fingers hook into the sides of her panties and slide them over her ass and down her legs. I bend and kiss her inner thigh, sucking there for a moment, tasting her skin before I lower myself onto the bed. She lets her legs fall open, and I take my time nipping and kissing the skin surrounding the sensitive flesh of her pussy until she finally grips my hair with her hands and puts me right where she wants me. I catch her gaze and hold it as I lap at her with my tongue, alternating between making slow circles around her clit and licking her core, dipping inside to learn all her secrets. My heart thunders and my body roars with need.
Unable to take more, she throws her head back, giving in to the moment—it’s just her, me, and how we make each other feel. With my tongue working her clit, I slide two fingers inside her, coaxing her closer to the release I sense coming. Her legs tremble and twitch, her fingers grasp my hair tightly while her chest heaves as she tries to breathe through the barrage of sensation caused by my tongue and fingers. “Sawyer. Sawyer. Sawyer.” Her body jerks, then her hips grind involuntarily against my tongue as the orgasm takes over. “Oh, God. I’m coming …” Her breathless words make my cock impossibly hard, and I smile against her overwrought flesh. I remove my fingers and give her one final, thorough lick as she shudders.
I kiss each thigh several times, trailing my lips over all that creamy skin before I crawl back between her legs. When I’m close enough, she yanks on my shoulders, pulling me forward until our mouths crash together in a hungry kiss. She sucks on my tongue and licks at my lips all while wrapping her legs around my hips.
“I want your big cock inside me now.”
My brows raise, but I grin at her sudden request. I guess I did tell her to tell me what she wants. “Anything for you.” I divest myself of my boxer briefs at the same time she reaches for her nightstand drawer and grabs a condom. She has the package open before I can blink. She rolls it onto me, then urges me on top of her again.
She reaches for me, but I catch her hand, then grab the other and pin them with one hand above her head. She looks into my eyes, all kinds of questions there.
“Oh, don’t worry. We’re doing this. I just want a chance to taste every inch of you.” My head dips down, and I linger over the column of her throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses all along it before capturing each swollen nipple in my mouth again, in turn. The little moans she’s making in the back of her throat only serve to spur me on. My tongue darts out into the valley between her breasts and sweeps along her ribs while her body squirms beneath me, seeking mine.
I take my cock in my hand and rub the head up and down through her arousal and over her clit until I know she can’t s
tand it anymore. I let go of her hands so I can fist her hair in my hand while I kiss her slow and deep, sliding into her in one smooth thrust. I break the kiss and my head drops to her shoulder. “Fuck, Hadleigh.” I look up and into her eyes. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” I withdraw almost all the way and push back in. Her eyes are alight with a fire I want to stoke until we are both completely engulfed in the flames.
She lets out a steady stream of air between her lips.
“Are you okay?” My brow furrows, and I withdraw, but she just uses her heels against my ass to pull me right back in, seating me deep within her.
“I never—um—I never knew girth mattered so much.” Little puffs of air escape her lips as her eyes close in obvious pleasure.
I can’t help the smirk that teases at my mouth. I kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, “Just tell me if I need to stop.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t stop.” She pants, “Fuck.” The curse feathers over her lips. “Your dick rubs against my clit every time you slide in.” I thrust forward, and then pull back again. “And out.” Her breath stutters out of her, her eyes wide and wild and needy.
From the sound of it, she’s on the brink again, and that thought pleases me to no end. I take my time, slowly driving into her over and over again, wanting to prolong her enjoyment for as long as possible. But, oh Jesus, it’s been a long time for me, and Hadleigh’s so damn amazing, I know I’m not going to last much longer.
When her legs start to tremble around me, I grasp one and pull it up higher, caging it against my side. Her eyes blaze as she looks at me, lips parting at the deeper thrusts, and her eyes practically roll back in her head. “Sawyer. You’re going to make me—” I continue to pump into her as she quakes around my cock, her words lost to what’s happening to her. I can fucking feel every spasm of the release my thrusting cock wrings from her. And that’s all I need. I tuck my head next to her neck and groan out her name as I come hard.
A little while later, she surprises me when she reveals, “I’ve never had a man in my room before.”
“No?” I tilt my head to the side, studying her where she lies, her body curled around mine, one leg thrown across me.
She slowly shakes her head. “I’ve always gone to their place. So I could leave when—”
“When it was over?”
She nods. Her hand lands on my stomach, her fingers tracing my muscles.
I whisper, “Do you want me to leave, baby?” As much as it kills me, if she has some sort of issue with actually sleeping with me, I’ll go. I’d do anything to make sure she feels secure in our relationship, even things I don’t necessarily agree with.
Fuck. Willow was right. I am that guy. I’ll always put her first—no matter what—even at the expense of what I want and need. And when I consider just why that is, it floors me.
I’m half in love with her already.
Chapter 22
Hadleigh
Sawyer’s big body is so nice and warm, and he smells so damn good. He does things with his hands, tongue, and cock that I’ve never experienced before, but more than that, he’s affectionate and kind. Do I want him to go? That’d be a hell no.
I prop myself up so I can look into his eyes. He’s completely relaxed, one arm propped behind his head, the other wrapped around me. “You aren’t other men, Sawyer. It’s alarmingly clear that I’ve made some pretty dumb decisions in my past.” I wet my lips and press them together. I like how his gaze immediately drops to my mouth, but then just as quickly, he’s right back to staring into my eyes. “So, no, Sawyer. I don’t want you to leave. I’d like it if you’d stay right here with me. If that’s okay with you.”
His chest rises and falls as he searches my features, looking for any hint of discomfort before he answers. “With you is the only place I want to be.”
I nod, and for the first time in forever, am completely happy. His arm tugs me impossibly closer to him, and I close my eyes, resting my head on his chest.
When I wake up, I’m disappointed to find Sawyer isn’t in the bed with me. My brow creases, and the corners of my lips tilt down. Did he go? I thought I’d been clear about what I wanted. But then I hear something from the kitchen.
It’s a panicked shout, the kind of commotion which can only mean one thing—Sawyer has just met Space Ghost.
I hurriedly grab the first article of clothing I see, which happens to be Sawyer’s button-down, fasten a few buttons, and dash out of the bedroom. The sight that greets my eyes makes me giggle instantly.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I cover my mouth for a quick second before I come to my senses and rush into the kitchen where Sawyer is standing in his jeans, shirtless. He turns this way and that, trying to figure out how to dislodge whatever is attached to the backside of his jeans—which happens to be my new kitten. He spins around, breath heaving.
“Hold still.” I pluck the tiny, black fur ball from the back of Sawyer’s thigh and hold him up in front of my face. “Bad kitty. Bad Space Ghost.”
Sawyer huffs out a laugh when he sees who his attacker was and reaches out with a few fingers to pet the animal’s head. “I didn’t know you were a cat person.”
“Well … technically I’m not, but I heard about this shelter having an over-abundance of kittens, and”—my gaze flicks up to his—“sometimes it gets a little lonely around here, so I thought I’d try something new. Just let me feed him, and he’ll leave us alone.” I hurry to the cupboard with Space Ghost curled up in a ball against my shoulder, purring loudly. Sawyer leans a hip against the counter as I get a can of food out and scrape some of it into a dish. From here, I sneak a look at Sawyer. His jeans are mostly unzipped, and it’s obvious he’s gone commando à la Joey from Friends. I smile to myself. Hot. A warm little knot begins to form and tighten in my lower abdomen as I remember everything that happened last night, how Sawyer had been way different than any other man I’ve been with before. He wasn’t about himself. He’d been all for delivering me as much pleasure as he possibly could. And he’d taken his time. This man—he’d savored me. He’d enjoyed every inch of me. Sawyer had devoured me whole. And if I get my way, he’ll have me again. Soon.
I put the remainder of the cat food into the refrigerator and hurry across the kitchen to the sink to wash my hands. “Right. So, where were we?”
Sawyer steps closer. “I was going to make you breakfast.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me to him, and kisses the daylights out of me. My pulse goes through the roof as my mind processes just how the scent of him, his hands on me, and his mouth on mine have me ready to tear his shirt off and go at it right here on the kitchen floor.
With my heart beating fast and lungs working overtime, I know I’ve never been so viscerally aware of another person in my whole life.
My eyes flutter shut. The whole experience of having him here with me is so dizzying I sway against him.
He tucks his head next to mine, kisses the spot below my ear. “Let’s eat something, then we can see about feeding other appetites.” He draws back to look into my eyes. “Sound good?”
I nod, discreetly placing my hand over my heart, willing it to slow the fuck down. “Yes. Food, then Vitamin D. That’s a good deal.”
“Vitamin D?”
I stare into his eyes, a teasing smirk on my lips before I reach between us, cupping him firmly. “Yep. I always need it.”
Sawyer gives a quick bark of laughter. “I love your sassy mouth.” He leans down and stamps a kiss on my lips.
“I know you do. Now, what did you want to make for breakfast?”
“Well, I had a look in your fridge right before I was cat-attacked.” He huffs out a laugh as he eyes my kitten. “I figure we could manage an omelet, if you want one.”
Happy as a lark behind us, Space Ghost gobbles up his breakfast. “Thank you for not completely freaking out. He can be a bit of a pain when he’s hungry.” I move over to the refrigerator and pull out the butter, eggs, an
d cheese. I halt in place when I see the dimple pop on his cheek along with a big grin. Uh-oh.
“A bit of cat trivia for you …”
“Oh, boy. I shouldn’t have doubted you. Here I was thinking I’d not heard any weird little facts since last night.” I shoot a wink at him as I deposit the omelet supplies on the counter and hunt the cupboard for my skillet.
“Did you know that cats share 95.6% of their genetic makeup with tigers?”
I stare at him for a second, then my lips twist into a smirk. “Not 95.5%?”
He taps a finger to the side of his head. “Nope. I remember everything. And I believe it now after feeling the daggers on that little guy.”
I snort with laughter and set the skillet on the stovetop before rummaging in the drawer for a spatula. Finally, I pull out a bowl and a whisk. “Do you want to do this, or do you want me to? Fair warning—I’m not really great at omelets.” I stop talking for a few seconds to crack three eggs into the bowl before I continue with a little shrug. “They usually turn into scrambled eggs because I mess up the flip.”
Sawyer clears his throat, and I peer over my shoulder at him. “What? Did I do something wrong?”
He gives a quick shake of his head. “Not at all. I was temporarily distracted by the sight of you wearing my shirt.”
I glance down with a frown. “Oh. Sorry. When I heard you shout, I just snatched up the first thing I saw.”
His eyes roam over me. “Don’t be sorry. You’re totally fucking sexy in it.”
Color floods my cheeks as his gaze moves from the shirt I hadn’t quite finished buttoning to the length of my bare legs and back up. He steps behind me, sweeps my bed hair out of the way, and plants a wet kiss on the juncture of my shoulder and neck. His hands find my hips and, after a squeeze, slide over my stomach, pulling me back against him. His voice is raspy in my ear. “I think I’m in trouble. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of you.” He exhales and his warm breath on my neck does things to my insides. My nipples peak where they brush against the fabric of his shirt, and my body throbs as it remembers all the ways he’d touched me last night.
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