“It’d be better if you were touching me,” Kennedy told him.
“I can do you one better,” he stated, backing her toward the bed. When her legs hit the mattress, Sawyer eased her down until she was flat on her back and he was standing between her legs.
“And what’s that?” she asked, curious as to what he considered better than him touching her.
Sawyer answered by placing his lips to the center of her chest then sliding his tongue down, down, down until his mouth hovered above the place she needed him most. He separated her folds with his fingers and then the warm rasp of his tongue made her body soar.
“Sawyer,” she moaned, sliding her hands into his hair and holding him to her as he licked her, driving her completely out of her mind.
“Tell me, Kennedy. What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, pausing long enough to make eye contact.
Kennedy couldn’t find the words to tell him, but she knew from experience that he wasn’t going to let it go. That was one thing she loved about him: he was right there in the moment during sex. Although there had been a few times that were quick and dirty, more often than not, Sawyer wanted her to tell him what she liked, what she wanted, how he made her feel. She could see in his eyes that he wanted that now.
“Lick me,” she said breathlessly.
“Where? Here?” Sawyer pressed his lips just beneath her navel, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin.
“Lower,” she told him.
“Here?” Sawyer’s mouth trailed a fraction of an inch, not even close to where he’d been just moments ago.
“Lower,” she demanded, but she was met with another chuckle. His mouth slid just a little lower, but not far enough.
“Where, Kennedy? Where do you want me to lick you?”
“Everywhere, damn it!” she exclaimed, laughing as she pulled his hair.
“I can do that,” he said, but instead of putting his mouth between her legs, he eased over her, his lips brushing hers. “I’m gonna start right here. And I’m not gonna stop until I’ve kissed every inch of you.”
Kennedy knew then and there that he was hell-bent on driving her crazy.
But what he didn’t realize . . . She was more than ready for that ride.
FROM THE MOMENT the L word came out of Kennedy’s mouth, Sawyer had been on a mission. It’d taken every ounce of his willpower to make it through dinner and now that they were finished with the food, he was ready to move on to dessert. But he planned to savor it for as long as he possibly could.
“Stay right there,” he told her as he climbed off the bed and headed toward the door.
“Where’re you goin’?” she called after him, but he didn’t bother to answer her.
It only took him a second to make it to the kitchen, ignoring Buster, who was staring at him as though he’d lost his mind—which maybe he had. Opening the refrigerator, he grabbed the things he needed and then headed back to her bedroom, closing the door behind him to keep Buster out.
“What is that?” Kennedy asked, leaning up on her elbows and watching him as he crossed the room.
“Topping for my dessert,” he told her.
Kennedy’s smile widened, her eyes lighting up.
“Now, the only thing you have to do is lie there,” he told her.
She didn’t move a muscle, which he took as her permission for him to move forward. Crawling onto the bed, he urged her legs farther apart with his knees until he could kneel comfortably.
He shook the whipped cream can and popped the plastic top off of the chocolate syrup, watching her as he did.
“What? No cherries?”
“Darlin’, I don’t need cherries. I’ve got you.”
Leaning forward, Sawyer drizzled a little chocolate syrup on her nipple, then topped it off with whipped cream, watching the tip pucker. “Cold?”
“Only a little,” she whispered. “But I expect you to rectify that soon.”
Sawyer licked the toppings off her nipple and then sucked her into his mouth, loving the way she moaned his name over and over. He continued the same treatment on her other breast, then her belly. When he couldn’t take any more of the sweet stuff, he placed the bottles on the nightstand and returned to her.
“What now?”
“Now, I get to lick every inch of you and you have to lie there and take it. Think you can handle that?”
“Maybe,” she answered.
“Wrong answer,” Sawyer stated, looking around her room.
“What are you looking for now?” she asked.
“Hold that thought.” Sawyer climbed off the bed and headed for her closet. It only took a second to find what he was looking for. He grabbed three of her silk scarves, hiding them behind his back as he joined her once more.
“What did you get now?” she asked, sounding a little exasperated.
“Do you trust me, Kennedy?” he asked, meeting her gaze and holding it.
She didn’t hesitate when she answered this time. “Yes.”
“Good.” Laying two of the scarves on the bed beside her, he took the third and made his way around to the other side of the bed since she was lying across it sideways. “I’m gonna blindfold you. You okay with that?”
“Yes,” she said, a sweet smile stretching her lips.
Sawyer wasted no time tying the makeshift blindfold, covering her eyes so that she couldn’t see. He then repositioned her so that she was lying correctly on the bed, still on her back. Using the two other scarves, he secured one to her wrists, then looped the other through the first and to the headboard above her head, keeping them together so he could easily flip her onto her stomach when he was ready, admiring the way she lay completely motionless, spread out for his pleasure.
“Beautiful.”
Once again, Sawyer joined her on the bed, not intending to leave her again until after he’d buried himself inside her slick heat. But not yet. As anxious as his dick was to feel the warmth of her pussy, he wanted to taste her. And, just as he’d promised, he intended to lick her from head to toe, to drive her as crazy as she made him with merely a look.
He started by placing kisses over her lips, her nose, her eyes, never lingering for long. He swept his hands over her smooth skin, trailing his mouth down her chest, then stopping long enough to tease her nipples. But he didn’t remain in one spot, enjoying every inch of her with his lips and tongue. It wasn’t long before she was writhing, moaning his name, making his dick throb with anticipation.
When he made it to her slick folds, he suckled her for longer than he intended, savoring the taste of her, relishing the way she gripped his head with her thighs, begging and pleading for him to make her come.
“Not yet,” he whispered.
Teasing her clit with his tongue earned him a desperate cry, and when he drove two fingers into her tight pussy, Kennedy’s body clamped down on him as her orgasm took her. He could hear the surprise in her moan, but he didn’t stop, fucking her with his fingers slowly, allowing her to ride out the climax. When she settled, he resumed placing kisses along her skin, down one leg then back up the other.
“I want you to turn over,” he told her, helping her to roll onto her stomach.
When she relaxed with a sigh, Sawyer straddled her hips, using his hands to massage the muscles of her neck and shoulders, then down her back. He followed with his mouth, until once again, Kennedy was begging him for more.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, eager to hear her response.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
“Is that what you really want?” he asked softly, pressing his mouth to her ear. Trailing his fingers down her spine, he continued lower, teasing the sensitive tissue between her beautiful ass cheeks. “Do you want me to fuck you here, Kennedy? To slide my cock into your ass? To bury myself to the hilt right here?” He continued to tease her gently. Without lubrication, he couldn’t go too far for fear of hurting her.
“That feels good,” she whispered. “More.”
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br /> Sawyer paused long enough to retrieve the bottle of lubricant from the nightstand, where they’d placed it and a box of condoms when he had begun staying at her place. He squeezed lube into his hand, enough to slick two fingers before he resumed his teasing.
“I’m gonna slide one finger in,” he told her, pressing his mouth to the soft spot between her neck and her shoulder. “You have to talk to me, Kennedy. I want to make sure I don’t hurt you.”
Sliding his finger over her puckered hole, Sawyer teased her briefly and then slipped the tip of his finger inside. When she moaned, he stopped.
“No, don’t stop,” she urged. “It feels good.”
Sawyer continued until he was buried to the first knuckle, slowly fucking her ass until she was thrusting back against his finger, pleading for him to fuck her. It took every ounce of his control to hold himself back. He wanted nothing more than to bury his cock into her tight virgin ass, to fuck her long and hard, to possess her the way no man had ever possessed her.
All in due time, he reminded himself.
He added another finger, continuing to fuck her until sweat was dotting his brow and his cock was damn near ready to burst.
“I need to fuck you, Kennedy,” he warned her. “I can’t wait.”
“Please,” she begged.
“Not your ass. You’re not ready for that.” As much as he wanted to thrust into her, he knew he would hurt her. For the last half hour, he’d tormented himself as much as he had her and now he was hanging by a thread.
He eased into position, continuing to fuck her ass with his fingers while he guided his cock into the welcoming warmth of her pussy.
“Fuck,” he growled, realizing instantly that he wasn’t wearing a condom.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, still thrusting her hips back against him.
“Condom,” he said. “I need to get one.”
For a brief second, Kennedy didn’t say anything and he was about to pull out, when her internal muscles locked down on him.
“I’m on the pill,” she told him. “Please, just . . .” Kennedy continued to rock her hips, impaling herself on him until he couldn’t hold back.
He drove his hips forward, burying himself inside her while he fucked her ass with his fingers. His body took over, his mind all but consumed by the lust coursing through his veins as he fucked her. Deep and slow, then shallow and fast. He drove into her repeatedly, unable to contain the need that was wrapping itself around him, putting a chokehold on him as he possessed her, claimed her.
“Kennedy,” he growled, knowing he was getting close.
In order to focus, he pulled his fingers from her ass and gripped her hips, driving into her harder, faster, over and over until Kennedy was chanting his name, her cries of pleasure a beautiful harmony to his ears.
“Sawyer! Oh, God! I’m gonna come. Fuck me. Harder. Please don’t stop. Oh . . . My . . . God!”
When her muscles tightened, Sawyer slowed, burying himself to the hilt, withdrawing slowly, trying to hold back. And when she screamed his name again, Sawyer leaned over her, his lips against her ear. “Kennedy. Oh, God, baby. That’s it. Come all over my cock. Just like that.”
When she slammed back against him, her body taking him deeper, Sawyer couldn’t hold on any longer. His release ripped through him and once more he was crying out her name as he came deep inside her.
KENNEDY DIDN’T MOVE a muscle after Sawyer untied her and removed the blindfold. He disappeared into the bathroom, and a minute later, she heard the shower turn on. She was tempted to join him, but her body was too sated to move.
Sex with Sawyer was always spectacular, but that had been . . . more than she had imagined. Not only had they not used a condom, but there had been something else between them that time. A connection Kennedy hadn’t felt before. Maybe it was only in her head, but she didn’t think so. She’d heard it in Sawyer’s voice, in the way he spoke to her. Any other time, it would’ve probably sounded just like the same commanding tone she was used to, but tonight . . . tonight there was something more there.
At least she hoped so because, honestly, after the day she’d had, she was ready to let it all out. When she’d told Sawyer tonight that she trusted him, she wasn’t sure she’d ever spoken any truer words.
The shower cut off and Kennedy waited, pulling the blankets up over her. When Sawyer joined her not long after, she admired his impressive form as he moved silently across the darkened bedroom.
“You’re still awake,” he said softly as he crawled in behind her, pulling her up close to him and nuzzling her neck with his face.
“I was waiting for you.”
“Yeah? Somethin’ on your mind?”
“You,” she admitted far faster than she had intended.
“Well, that makes two of us,” he said softly, scooting even closer until he was pressed completely up against her, his chest to her back, his knees pressed against the back of hers.
“You’re thinking about you, too?” she asked, lightheartedly.
“If by ‘you,’ you mean me and you, then yes.”
Kennedy’s heart tripped right over itself as Sawyer said those words, his deep baritone reverberating against her ear.
“What are you thinkin’?”
Sawyer pressed his lips to her neck ever so gently. “The truth?”
“Yes,” she said.
“I was thinkin’ how I wanted to hear you say what you said earlier. But, you know, not because I brought you dinner.”
Kennedy’s breath lodged in her throat, her heart skipped a beat, and her stomach did a full somersault. Swallowing hard and closing her eyes, she said, “I think I love you. And in case there was any doubt earlier, I didn’t say it then because of food, either.”
“I think I love you, too,” he responded, his lips moving against her skin. “I think I’ve loved you for a long damn time.”
“How long?” she asked.
“Since the day I saw you in the grocery store. Since the minute I got lost in your eyes. Since the second I got tangled up in you.”
“That’s a long time,” she said, smiling.
“It is,” he admitted as he lifted his leg and placed it over hers and eased her onto her back once again.
Kennedy looked up at him and she saw it. Right there in all its incredible glory was Sawyer Walker’s heart in his eyes, and she inhaled sharply, so caught up in him, she feared she might cry. But she didn’t want to. She wanted to dance. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to . . .
Touching his face with her hands, she smiled. “Okay, I lied,” she whispered. When his eyes narrowed on hers, she continued, “I don’t think I love you. I know I do.”
“That makes two of us,” he said.
chapter TWENTY-THREE
“Good morning, Sylvia.” Kennedy smiled at the well-dressed woman standing in the exam room—her fourth appointment for the day and it was only nine o’clock—and then reached for the chart in the plastic bin on the wall. She had to fight back a yawn, and she suddenly wished she’d had a chance for a second cup of coffee. Unfortunately, her morning had been hectic, which was pretty much the way yesterday had been, too.
After the incident with Tim on Thursday, Kennedy had spent the better part of Friday engrossed in her patients, doing her best not to think about everything that had happened between her and Sawyer that night. Then, a late-afternoon emergency arose just in time to have both Kennedy and Olivia working late. Unfortunately, after attempting to save a dog that had been hit by a car, her day had ended on a sad note.
And this morning wasn’t looking any better.
Kennedy glanced down at the two black kittens and immediately knew they weren’t doing well.
“Good morning, Kennedy,” Sylvia said sweetly. “I’m hoping you can help us out. Looks like these two aren’t doing so well.”
Kennedy glanced at the chart and then placed the manila folder on the countertop before moving closer to get a better look at the furry little things huddled
together on a blanket. The first thing Kennedy noticed was how scrawny the two of them were. “Do you know how old they are?” Kennedy asked. She assumed they couldn’t be much more than three weeks, maybe four, although they were certainly small even for that young.
“Right at three weeks. Momma cat ran off, leaving them to fend for themselves. My daughter, Sharon, has been doing everything she can to care for them, but I told her we needed to bring them in. I think they’re sick.”
Yeah, they were sick all right. Their little eyes were so caked, they could hardly open them and Kennedy could hear them trying to breathe, the wheezing noise worrying her some.
“You were right to bring them in,” Kennedy told her as she began her exam. “Are there any more in the litter?”
Sylvia took a seat in the small plastic chair. “Three more. They’re all healthy and thriving.”
Kennedy picked up the smaller one, earning a couple of pained meows for her efforts. She cuddled the shivering kitten to her chest and listened carefully.
Focused entirely on examining the kittens, Kennedy was taken completely by surprise by the comment that popped right out of Sylvia’s mouth.
“So, I heard a rumor about you and Sawyer Walker the other day,” Sylvia said easily, obviously trying to make conversation, but sounding as though she was digging for information.
Which Kennedy knew she was. This was Sylvia Doughty, known in Coyote Ridge for her ability to spread a rumor far and wide.
Kennedy peeked up at her briefly and offered a small smile. She really didn’t want to talk about Sawyer. Especially not with one of the biggest gossips in their small town. Not only was Sylvia big on spreading rumors, but her daughter, Sharon, was also known to do so as well.
It didn’t help that Kennedy and Sharon were the same age and had gone to school together, either. They weren’t exactly friends now or then, which wouldn’t benefit Kennedy’s case if she were to tell Sylvia the truth.
“What’d you hear?” Kennedy asked, continuing her exam, turning her full attention to the kittens, hoping Sylvia didn’t see how anxious Kennedy was to hear the info that she had, even though she knew it probably didn’t hold an ounce of truth.
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