Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
S he was so aware of Sawyer as he walked beside her.
The beach was shrouded in darkness, with just the moonlight glinting on the water.
It was romantic.
Everything Hollis had learned about Sawyer Lane, she liked. She rarely got a chance to get to really know people, without fame getting in the way. People always wanted the glamorous actress, not her. Regular, old Hollis.
Sawyer didn’t seem wowed by her fame at all.
She liked that. A lot.
“Your family is so fun,” she said.
“They’re not mine, they’re Benny’s, but they sort of adopted me.”
“That makes them even more special.”
“Yeah. But they can be nosy as hell sometimes. Beware a matchmaking auntie on the war path.”
Hollis grinned. “Have they tried to fix you up with some nice, young girls?”
“Yeah. A few times.”
“But it didn’t stick?” She found her chest hitching as she waited for his answer.
“Wasn’t interested.” He glanced her way, his face in shadow. “After I got out, I…well, I was a little worried that part of me had gone to sleep.”
Her heart hit her ribs. “And now?”
“It’s awake now.”
Her belly tightened. Did he mean her? She licked her lips. Neither of them wanted a relationship. Neither of them were looking for it.
Hell, her life was a giant mess right now. The last thing she needed was a man. But she couldn’t deny the attraction between them.
Her house came into view, and they walked up the steps and past the pool.
“I appreciate you walking me back.”
“I didn’t want you accidentally starting a fire.”
“Ha-ha.” She unlocked the sliding door, nerves alive in her belly. When was the last time she’d had nerves over a man?
Then again, she’d never met a man like Sawyer.
She already trusted him, and he was so…big, solid.
“Would you like to come in for a drink?” She turned and their gazes met.
“Yes.”
“Great. Great.” Act normal, Hols . She stepped inside and dropped her handbag on the floor.
He followed her, and instantly it felt like he took up the entire room. He closed the sliding door and locked it.
“What have you got to drink?” he asked.
She stared at his lips. She wasn’t entirely sure what was in the fridge. She couldn’t think. She felt hot, and her clothes felt too tight. “I have no idea.”
He took a step closer.
Her pulse went crazy. “Um, what do you want?”
He took another step toward her and now she felt the heat radiating off him.
“You really want me to answer that?” His voice was low, gritty. “Because it’s not a drink.”
Her heart hit her ribs, and desire flooded her belly. Hollis decided to stop thinking and just feel.
She lunged for him, but he was already moving.
He grabbed her and hauled her against his chest. Her lips touched his, and she moaned, and slid her hands into his hair. She did her best to climb his muscular body.
Sawyer’s hands slid under her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was so strong. She was tall, but he held her securely. She deepened the kiss, and this time he groaned. Their tongues tangled and she squirmed against him. Her sensitive spots rubbed against hard muscle.
She pulled her mouth from his, panting. “ Now . I can’t wait any longer.”
He took a step, his gaze scanning the room. Then he marched across to the dining room table and set her on it.
Need—hot and frantic—pumped inside her. She needed to feel her skin against his. She needed to be close to this man. She reached for his shirt, unfastening the buttons. She made a sound of frustration. It was taking too long. She gripped the shirt and yanked. Buttons went flying, pinging on the tile floor.
“Faster, Sawyer.” She leaned forward to kiss his glorious, bare chest.
“Shit. Hollis—” He pulled her face up, and his mouth was on hers. The kiss was hard, savage.
Excitement flooded her. He wanted her the same way she wanted him.
He untied her dress and pushed it open, baring her bikini. He growled. An honest to God growl that lit her up.
He yanked her top down, letting her breasts spill over the top.
“These gorgeous breasts.” He cupped them. “I could spend all night right here.”
“Later,” she panted. “I need you inside me.”
He swore under his breath, then his hands went to the fly of his shorts. “Whatever you want, Hollis, I’ll give it to you.”
As he flicked his shorts open, she attacked his chest again with nips and kisses. She smoothed her hands over his hard abs. He was pure fantasy, but oh so real. Warm skin and hard muscle.
When he shoved his shorts and boxers down, a rock-hard, sizable cock sprang free.
Oh . Her pulse tripped.
As she watched, he wrapped a hand around it and stroked. She felt a flood of damp between her thighs and reached out, her hand joining his.
He hissed out a breath. “Hollis, gorgeous, careful. I think I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you, beautifully naked. I’ve been half hard for days.”
She liked hearing that. Her belly coiled.
“If you keep your hand on me, then what’s coming will be hard and rough.” His voice was all grit. “You’ll feel me for days.”
More need washed through her. She squirmed on the cool surface of the table. “I want hard. I need rough.”
“You need me to take away the ache?”
She nodded.
His hand moved to her bikini bottoms. He pulled them firm against her, the fabric digging into her slick, swollen flesh.
“ God .” She moaned, her head falling back, and she parted her legs. She knew he’d see how wet her bikini bottoms were.
With a hard yank, he pulled the ties at the side free, and pulled the bikini bottoms away. His big hand gripped her hips, and yanked her to the edge of the table.
She gripped the table for leverage, and she watched as he fisted his cock and pressed it between her legs.
They both groaned.
Then he froze. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”
He hadn’t carried one with him tonight. Hadn’t expected to score with the famous actress. She felt something shift inside her, another burst of trust. Sawyer Lane was a good guy.
She met his gaze. “I’m safe. Really safe. I get regular checkups, I have an IUD, and… It’s been a while. I’m guessing it’s the same for you?”
A muscle in his jaw flexed. “I haven’t been with a woman since I got out of the military. Had several medicals since then.”
Her lips parted. “You haven’t been with anyone?”
“I didn’t want to be with anyone until you.” His voice was low.
“I need you, Sawyer.” She needed him badly.
He surged forward with a low, masculine sound.
That hard thrust filled her. She cried out, arching into him. The table scraped on the floor.
She was full of Sawyer.
Damn, she felt good. Desire pumped thick and hot in his veins. Hollis was sweet and tight, her inner muscles clamping down on him. Her nails bit into his shoulders.
“Don’t… Move.” She dragged in a breath. “You’re a lot to take.”
“Hang on to me, gorgeous.”
She gripped his arms. He slid one hand between their bodies and found the swollen nub of her clit. He stroked in steady circles.
“ Oh .” She let out a low, sexy sound. Her head dropped back, showcasing that long, graceful neck. She let out a whimper.
Sawyer had to move.
He started thrusting. She panted his name, holding on tight. The table scraped on the floor again, but he didn’t care.
The only thing that existed for him was Hollis. The way she felt, the sounds she made.
He thrust faster, and felt his impending orgasm getting closer. He strummed her clit, his senses awash with the feel of her and the scent of her arousal.
“Let me hear how much you want my cock, Hollis. Let me watch you come on it.”
She let out a long, low moan, then her body clenched tight. She cried out his name, her heels digging into his back.
He’d never seen anything as beautiful as Hollis coming.
He wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Look at me,” he growled.
Dazed blue eyes met his.
He kept his gaze locked on hers as his own climax hit. He groaned. Fuck . He poured his release inside her.
Then there was only their harsh panting and the slickness of their skin gluing them together.
“That was a hell of a nightcap,” he murmured.
She laughed.
God, he loved that sound. He speared his hands into her hair, then he pressed a slow kiss to her lips.
She blinked and looked almost confused.
“You with me?” he asked.
She nodded, her hair tumbled, her face flushed. “My thigh muscles are burning a little. You’re better than the gym workout.”
Now Sawyer laughed. He eased out of her, watching as she bit her lip.
Her fingers tightened on his arms. “If you let me go, I’ll slide off the table and land in a melted puddle on the floor.”
“I’m not letting you go.” He hitched his shorts up and then lifted her into his arms.
“Hmm.” She slid an arm along his shoulders. “This is nice.”
“I know you’ve been carried before. I’ve seen it in the movies.” He headed down the hall toward the bedroom.
She made a scoffing sound. “Yes, and it’s always highly choreographed, and no one’s ever carried me this far.”
He stepped into the shadowed bedroom.
“Um, I need to clean up,” she said.
He set her down. “I’ll do it.”
Her eyes widened. He cupped her jaw, and then one breast. Her nipple pebbled.
“I’m not done with you yet, gorgeous.”
“All right,” she whispered.
“I can do better than a quick fuck on the table. I want to show you that.”
She cleared her throat. “I was pretty impressed with that.”
He rubbed his lips over hers. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She shivered. “Sawyer, I want you to stay.”
He took her hand and squeezed. “No place I’d rather be.”