6. Come Undone
COME UNDONE
SAWYER
To say it’s been a while would be an understatement.
Which means…I’m not just a hungry man. I’m starving.
For her. This woman is delicious. As I sweep my nose along the back of her neck, I catch her scent again, but this time it’s not cinnamon.
It’s possibly jasmine. Maybe vanilla? Fuck if I know, but these hotel scents are sexy too.
Because it’s her. There’s just something about Chloe. Something that drives me wild.
I kiss the back of her neck, layering open-mouthed caresses along her soft skin as I push the strap of her dress down her shoulder while my other hand slides along the back of her leg.
She gasps, caught off guard, clearly. But in a good way, since she pushes her thigh back against my hand, seeking more contact, asking for more touch.
Fuck yes.
I cup the back of her thigh as I kiss between her shoulder blades.
My fingers climb higher, traveling to her ass.
I groan happily when I discover the bikini bottoms don’t quite cover it all; there’s the perfect amount of cheek.
With my fingers skimming the bare underside of one, I inch closer.
“You’re right. This is going to look fantastic on the floor,” I rasp.
She lets out a staggered breath all while arching into me. “Better make sure,” she says, half tease, half plea.
“Patience,” I warn, then tug up her dress, exposing her to me.
And…hell.
Those cheeks. That ass. This woman.
I run my fingers along her curves, and fuck it. I can’t resist. “I need to know something,” I whisper against her shoulder, grazing my teeth over her collarbone.
“Yes?”
“This,” I say, then slide my hand between her thighs and cup her right there. It’s instant—the discovery of her arousal.
And she knows I’ve gotten my answer as I groan, long and low and primal.
“That’s what you wanted to know?” she asks, breathless.
“Yes,” I say, dragging one finger down the panel, wet with her arousal. “You’re fucking soaked, sweetheart.”
“And are you going to do something about it?”
I want to do everything about it. I want to fuck her, I want to eat her, I want to finger her. I want to watch her come over and over. And maybe I’ll do all of that. “You got anyplace to be tonight?”
“Just on your face.”
I laugh, lifting my gaze toward the ceiling. “You’re fucking perfect.”
But she’s also…clear.
So I drop to my knees, tug the bikini bottoms down and off, then bark out an order. “Lift your ass up. Like you’re showing it off.”
With a sharp intake of breath, she complies, looking even sexier than I’d thought possible with her hands against the wall, and her ass high in the air.
“How’s that?”
“Perfect,” I say, and I’m pretty sure I’m not surprising her anymore, but I also don’t think she cares. I press my mouth to her sweet, wet pussy and kiss her wetness.
She cries out, arching and wiggling closer.
She’s dripping, right on my tongue, and the taste of her short-circuits my brain.
I want to spend all night with her sweetness, want to lap her up and make her sit on my face.
I want to be smothered by her. I kiss her pussy so she knows.
So she feels. So she understands what she’s doing to me.
And my god, Chloe seems to get my goal completely since she’s gasping, moaning, and rocking back into me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, heard, or felt. I kiss her more deeply, lapping her up until she begs me with a loud, desperate, “Stop. Please stop.”
I break contact. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Surprise me with your cock.”
“I hardly think it’ll be a surprise, since you just asked for it,” I say, but what the woman wants, the woman gets.
I rise, wiping a hand across my mouth, and grab a condom from my pocket. Once I unzip my shorts, push down my boxer briefs and roll it on, I take a beat to catch my breath. “This might be fast,” I say plainly, giving a fair warning.
“Good. Because I think I’m going to come really soon.”
“Why’d you tell me to stop then?”
“I want to come on your cock.”
Well then. “Let’s make that happen.”
After I push her dress back up, I notch the head of my cock against her slick heat, but the fabric from her dress falls again, draping across my dick. That won’t do. I push it higher, past her shoulders, exposing her back, and…holy shit.
Is that a tattoo of a dog on her right shoulder? It’s a simple line drawing of a pup, with a heart at the end of its tail. I drop my face to it and bite her there.
She yelps.
“Nice ink,” I say, then I sink inside, filling her halfway.
“Oh fuuuuck.” She sounds desperate. Guttural even as she shudders.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Just surprised.”
I still myself, gripping her shoulder with one hand, the other curling around her hip. “By?”
“Your cock. It’s really big.”
The grin on my face should be illegal. “Sorry. Not sorry.”
“Never say you’re sorry for your cock. Now use it.”
When a woman tells you what she wants, you should listen. I ease out till I’m giving her just the tip. “Ready? You sure you’re ready?”
“Yes,” she says, demanding and needy at the same time.
“So greedy,” I tease, then I shut the fuck up as I shove inside her, filling her all the way.
With a sexy yelp, she splays her palms against the wall. It’s fucking cute, how she’s trying to hold on.
I slide out most of the way, then thrust back in. She shakes, her breath coming in sharp, ragged pants, her dress bunched up.
She’s a mess, and there’s nothing sexier than a woman undone—and by all accounts, Chloe is undone by my dick. I slide out, swivel my hips, then punch back in. Her tight, wet heat grips me, and right as I’m finding a pace, she drops her face and trembles everywhere.
All over.
Like a wave’s rolling down her body.
Oh.
Oh.
Her shoulders sag, and it takes a few seconds for me to connect the dots. I’m still a little shocked as I ask, “Chloe, did you…?”
She laughs, a drunk, happy sound. “Yes. I told you I was going to.”
And I feel like a fucking king. But a true king wouldn’t rest on his laurels. A king would take care of his queen, even if it was just for one night.
“Hold on tight then, sweetheart. Need to fuck another one out of you.”
“Go for it,” she says, all woozy, like she doesn’t have a care in the world.
Her happy noises make my cock even harder.
Make me more determined. I fuck her hard, rough, a little mean, pounding into her against the wall as pleasure rockets through me.
My bones are tight. My blood, hot. My cells crackle.
The best part, though, is the way she moves.
Fluidly, with me. Taking everything I have to give, Chloe moans, rocks back onto my dick, then maneuvers a hand between her thighs.
She rubs fast, ferociously. With so much determination that heat roars down my spine, like a living, breathing plume of fire.
And when a high-pitched noise escapes her throat, that’s all it takes.
I tip over, pleasure blasting through me.
She’s right there with me, gasping, shuddering too, then slumping against the wall.
She lets out a long, satisfied sigh, and it mingles with mine.
With a dopey smile—I’m grateful she can’t see it—I wrap my arms around her.
My heart’s hammering in my chest, pounding against her back.
It’s strange—this feeling inside me right now.
The sense that I don’t want the night to end.
The vague sense, too, that we could maybe, possibly have another night. Or more?
But when the fog of release clears, I remind myself I don’t want more than one night. I won’t let myself get used to another person again. Not now, at least. Not when I have so much to accomplish. And when the pain of my cratered romance is so fresh.
I won’t let myself get used to this feeling.
I focus on the physical, since that won’t leave a jagged scar across my heart. And the physical is my stomach rumbling. “Want some food? I’m starving for the second time tonight.”
“When was the first time? At the dog park?”
“No. I was hungry for you, Chloe.”
I can feel her smile rather than see it as she says, “Food is good.”
It’s just food. Just a few more hours with Chloe. That’s all. But I’ll make the most of them since soon enough, they’ll end.