She arched up and rubbed against him, trying desperately to soothe the ache in her center. He kissed the side of her neck and nibbled on her earlobe.
“Sawyer?”
“Hmm?”
“I want you.” She tried to roll him under her but he wouldn’t budge.
Finally, he relented, but not before swiping one of the condoms off the bedside table and suiting up.
She straddled him, guiding him inside of her. When he was seated all the way in she flinched.
“You okay?” He gripped her hips.
“Uh-huh.” But the truth was it hurt a little. “Slow at first, okay?”
He stroked her back, giving her plenty of time to grow accustomed to him. She loved the way his blue eyes were filled with heat and how he leaned up to spread kisses across her chest.
As she got more comfortable, she began to move. Slowly at first, trying to find her rhythm. He let her set the pace, his big hands rocking her hips.
“Good?”
“Mmm.” She closed her eyes as she increased the tempo, feeling him fill her with his upward thrusts.
His hands reached for her breasts and she opened her eyes to find him watching her, his arousal so heightened it was written all over his face. No man had ever looked at her like that. With fire and passion dancing deep in his eyes. It made her feel sexy and empowered and…it stirred her.
She rode him harder, resting her hands on his chest for leverage. He matched her stroke for stroke. He seemed to sense when she was close, because he reached between them and worked her with his fingers. The friction, the fullness—all of it—was enough to send her over the edge.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes as shards of light exploded behind her lids. Her body convulsed and the orgasm rolled through her, seeming to last forever. She cried out as it shook her to the core.
He rolled her under him and took the lead, slamming into her over and over again. She wrapped her legs around his waist so he could go deeper. Every muscle in his body strained to hold back. The fact that he’d been able to go this long spoke to his stamina.
His breathing quickened, his muscles tensed, and with one final thrust he called out her name before collapsing on top of her, slick with sweat. They just laid that way for a few minutes, trying to recover.
“Holy shit,” she said.
He lifted up on one elbow and peeked down at her. “Kind of intense.”
“You’re not kidding.”
He rolled off her and swung his legs off the bed. “Be right back.”
She watched him cross the room to the master bathroom in all his naked glory, then wondered whether she should get dressed. She didn’t want to. If he didn’t act weird about it, she’d like to stay. Cuddle. Maybe spend the night. But she had no idea where they stood. Whether what they’d just done was the start of something or a one-off.
He came out of the bathroom a few minutes later and got back in bed. She needed to go too, but was more self-conscious than him. His T-shirt was on the floor, so she hung over the side of the mattress, picked it up, dragged it over her head and got up.
The house was hot, or it might’ve just been her. In the bathroom, she stripped, got in Sawyer’s giant walk-in shower and used the handheld head to rinse off. The cool water felt good and she tried hard not to overthink what had just happened.
Live in the moment, she told herself.Don’t start analyzing everything to death. They’d been dancing around their attraction to each other since she’d gotten to the ranch. Until now, they’d dealt with it by throwing barbs and pretending not to like each other. Perhaps they didn’t. Lord knew they didn’t have anything in common.
But the chemistry? It was off the charts. So, they’d wound up in bed? It didn’t mean anything.
By the time she found a towel, she’d convinced herself that it was just a hookup. A summer fling between two consenting adults with time on their hands. And if she kept telling herself that, she wouldn’t be devastated when he lost interest. Because he would. They always did.
At least before everything had gone to hell, she’d had her career. Stardom. Now, she was back to where she started: Sadie DeRose’s disappointment of a daughter.
She wrapped the soft bath sheet tighter around her and padded into the bedroom to find him sitting on the edge of his bed in a pair of boxer shorts. Well, that hadn’t taken long. He was already done with her.
“I guess we got that out of our systems,” she said, going for a preemptive strike.
