God, he sounded wrecked, and it made me wild. I bite down on his bottom lip, swallowing the needy noises he kept making—deep, broken groans.
His hands moved like he couldn’t decide where to start—skimming up my back, slipping under my shirt, tracing the curve of my ribs. His thumbs dragged across bare skin, rough in a way that made every inch feel new. One hand slid higher, fingers brushing over my nipple, and I rocked against him, catching the sound of his breath stalling against my mouth.
“God, this is so much fucking better when I can touch you.” His eyes were wild when he pulled back to look at me. “Keep going. You’re doing so good, El.”
He wasn’t even trying to keep it together anymore. He buried his face in my neck, hands gripping my ass tight enough to bruise as he guided me down on him.
We were fully clothed, and somehow, that made it worse.
“Ellie baby, please. I need more. Please, baby.”
“Yes, more.” My voice came out as a breathless whisper. “Please, more.”
He sat up, dragging me with him, his hands gripping my waist. My legs hooked around him as he stood, lifting me. I barely registered him carrying me down the hallway until my back hit the mattress.
“You want this?” he asked, standing over me at the foot of the bed.
“Yes.”
His eyes narrowed on me, and he knelt. “No, Ellie.” His hand wrapped around my jaw. “Don’t say it just because you’re caught up in it. Don’t say it if you’re gonna wake up tomorrow acting like it was a mistake.”
I blinked up at him, breathing hard.
“I need you to mean it,” he said. “I need you to want this. Want me.”
“I don’t know what this is, but I do. I want you.”
He didn’t move.
I started to say, “If that’s not enough?—”
His mouth crashed to mine, fierce and claiming in a deep, raw kiss that left no space for doubt or hesitation.
“I’d take the fucking crumbs you left me,” he murmured between kisses.
Sawyer didn’t kiss like he was testing the waters. He kissed like he’d already drowned and had no plans to come up for air.
“Again.” His breath hitched as rough hands slid under my shirt. “Say it again.”
I dragged my nails down his spine, and that small touch made him curse under his breath.
“I want this. I want you,” I said against his mouth.
He pulled away, and my shirt was gone before I finished exhaling.
“You’re killing me.” He groaned. “Swear to God, you’re gonna fucking kill me?—”
“Shh. You like it.”
My words died on a moan when he sank his teeth into my skin, making me arch into him.
“You have no fucking clue what you do to me,” he mumbled against my skin.
His mouth dragged lower, every breath hot and uneven against my skin. He didn’t rush. He just kept going, slow andsteady, until my stomach tensed beneath him. Then, he hooked his fingers into my underwear and tugged them down in one pull. Before I could so much as inhale, he flipped me on top of him.
“Come here.” He tapped his chest. “Sit on my face, Ellie baby. Ride me till you come. Please. I need it. I need you.”
I giggled. “Such a dirty, good boy you are, Sawyer love, begging for me.”
