“Oh, hell. I’m gonna be cooking with a hard-on,” he chuckles, wrapping me into his sweaty chest.
“Maybe you should start wearing sweatpants?” Hmm. No.
All it would take is one look from one of the women in the bar when he’s stiff and I’d have to brawl.
What? Why?
I shouldn’t want tokeephim.
It’s just the post-orgasm buzz making me think that crap.
A relationship would be a mistake. My last one ended horribly.
Sawyer isn’t him though. He’s the complete opposite.
Quiet, humble, and an attentive lover.
He’s addictive, that’s what he is.
How many times has he made me get off already? And it’s not even dark out.
“That sounds like a recipe for disaster around all that hot grease.” He rolls away and sits up. “Let me go get a washcloth.”
His pale ass shines against the tan line at his hips.
He’s tall, lean, and cut like a diamond.
I’ve really been out of touch for the last few years. Sawyer went from that awkward kid that my brother played video games with, to a damn finemanwhen I wasn’t looking.
That’s what my marriage did to me though.
A trial in survival.
Then it took me forever to find my way out of the depression that Chris left behind. I managed to finalize my divorce in a hurry after his arrest.
But when he got out on bail, I slept with a gun under my pillow until the day Ford assured me that Chris would never be back.
I didn’t ask for details, I justknewwhat he meant.
Nobody deserves to live in that kind of fear. So it makes it easy to keep men at arm’s length, depending on my drawer of toys.
Except Sawyer made me break my own rules.
“Spread those pretty legs,” he murmurs, crawling up my body.
There’s a crazy part of me that wants to test him. See how far I can push him to earn my trust.
Then I might keep him.
I let my knees widen as he hovers above me. “Maybe you should lick it off?” I trace one finger through the white strand on the edge of my pussy, then bring it slowly to my mouth as he watches me. “Then let me taste what I do to you on your lips.”
Without hesitation, the burn of his tongue hits my sensitive clit, matched by the press of the hot cloth against my skin. In a long stroke, he cleans me, then pauses to flick one more time before climbing up to crash his mouth over mine.
He’s flavored with both of us, mingling into a hungry kiss.
“I’ll never turn down a chance to savor you,” he groans, settling between my thighs.
Fuck, he’s hardagain.
