37 - Sophie
37
Sophie
Sawyer’s kiss shut me up. In fact, I felt all my anger and frustration melt away as he really kissed me without inhibition.
It was over as soon as it began, and he used his grip on my hair to pull my mouth away from his. That passion returned to his intense gaze, along with a calm certainty. Like he had just come to a decision.
“Nothing is stopping me,” he growled. “Not anymore.”
He crushed his lips against mine again, conquering and claiming in a way that took my breath away. This was a man who had been holding himself back all this time, and now that the dam had been breached, all of his passion was flooding out.
And holy hell did it feel good.
He never let go of my hair, and his free hand—the one that was bruised from the fight—slid alongside my neck as he held me to his face. I gasped in surprise and excitement as his tongue invaded my mouth, giving me exactly what I wanted but hadn’t known until that very moment.
Then he pulled my face away again and said, “Actually, there’s one thing stopping me.”
I swallowed heavily. “What’s that?”
“I spent all night in jail.” His lip curled in that smile that was so rare for the cowboy. “I’m gonna need a shower… before doing all the things I really want to do to you.”
I bit my lip. “That makes two of us.”
We scrambled out of the car and practically ran inside the hotel. The woman behind the desk in the lobby greeted us, but Sawyer took my hand and pulled me along without acknowledging her. He ran past the elevators, throwing his shoulder into the door leading to the stairs, taking them two at a time until we reached the third floor.
“Your breath isn’t bad, if that’s what you’re worried about,” I said.
He led me through the hallway, then scanned his keycard at a door without responding.
“Is my breath bad?” I asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
He shoved me into the hotel room, then prowled after me like a panther. “Your breath tastes sweet. But that’s not the part of you I intend to put my mouth on.”
Sawyer pressed me up against the wall with his body, his mouth finding that hypersensitive spot along my collarbone. I moaned and ran my hands over his back, hating the layers of clothes separating me from his skin, and the chiseled muscles I had been admiring in the gym when he wasn’t looking.
Then he grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom, kicking off his boots while he turned the shower on. I savored the sight of his muscular butt as he peeled his jeans off, then I stripped out of my own clothes, my body too alive with desire to care about modesty. With Sawyer, I felt comfortable enough to jump right into nudity.
With Sawyer, I felt safe .
As soon as the final items of clothing were on the floor, he pushed me into the walk-in shower. I passed underneath the wonderfully-hot water until my back touched cold tile, but then Sawyer was there to warm me from the other side with his warm, sturdy body.
For a brief moment, I couldn’t help but compare Sawyer to Chris Appleton. The man with me in the shower wasn’t flashy, and didn’t care about his appearance. He was confident, not cocky. Powerfully strong without needing to flex for the cameras.
Appleton was aluminum, but Sawyer was steel .
All thoughts disappeared as he deepened his kiss. My hands returned to his body, exploring all that delicious muscle now that there was nothing to impede my fingertips. He bit my lower lip between his teeth, just enough to send a message without being painful, and I absolutely melted. One hand cradled my cheek as we kissed, while the other slid down my side to cup my ass. That was the hand he’d punched Appleton with; it was hotter than the other, the blood rushing to repair the bruises. A subtle reminder of what he’d done to protect me last night. No warnings, no threats. Just action.
That described Sawyer more than anything else I could think of: action, not words.
His thigh pushed between my legs with perfect friction, and then he came alive even more than before. His hands explored my body, stroking my forbidden curves, while his mouth caressed every inch of skin back down to my neckline. Need raced through my body, electrifying every nerve ending, flaring hotter as he took one of my nipples between his teeth.
I squeezed his ass, marveling at how firm it was, and let out a soft whimper. I needed this man more than I could ever explain.
Sensing what I wanted, what I needed , his hand glided up my thigh until his warm knuckle brushed against my clit. I sucked in a breath, and felt Sawyer’s lips curl against my nipple in a wicked smile.
“Am I playing any games now?” he demanded, meeting my gaze.
I bit my lip and shook my head.
He pressed his forehead against mine, almost kissing me but not quite, as his fingers slid lower. I realized he wanted to watch me as his fingers found their home between my legs, stroking against my pussy lips.
“God damn , you’re soaked for me,” he rumbled in the shower.
Before I could respond, one finger pushed deeper, curling up inside of me. My breath caught in my throat, and the corner of his lip rose in a possessive smirk that made my walls clench around his fingers. Wonderful, talented fingers, as hot as the water running down our side, slicking our bodies together.
I was on fire now, moving my hips to take all of his fingers, begging him for more with my body since words had escaped me. But he kept them right there, tapping his fingertips against my inner wall. I grabbed onto his shoulder for leverage, whimpering as I pushed against his fingers, loving this and yet hating that he wasn’t doing more. He smiled wickedly again, then kissed another trail up my chest to my neck, tongue sliding erotically against my skin.
“Sawyer,” I moaned as his palm brushed my clit, back and forth with my little thrusts.
“I love hearing my name on your lips,” he growled into my neck.
“Sawyer,” I repeated, driven closer by his deep voice. “Yes, please, Sawyer, yes!”
With perfect timing after delaying what I needed, his fingers finally moved, wedging up inside of me, fingertips dragging against my G-spot. I came apart in his arms, shuddering and shaking with release, clamping down around his skilled fingers while they completely wrecked me. Then his tongue was there inside my mouth as he drank my passioned moans.
He was rumbling with satisfied laughter when I could finally open my eyes again. I slammed my mouth against his and reached between us, finding his cock hard and slick with water.
But Sawyer snatched my wrist away, then held it out against the wall. The way he effortlessly took charge took the breath from my lungs.
“It’s not my turn yet,” he practically growled at me.
“When will it be?” I asked.
Those intense eyes narrowed a fraction of a degree. “When I say it is.”