“Yeah, when I’m like ninety.” She sniffled.
He ripped a paper towel from the holder and held it to her nose. “Blow.”
She tilted her head and gave him a look.
He laughed. “I guess that came out…uh…not right.”
Gina took the towel from him and wiped her watery eyes and then her nose. “You’re a good friend, Sawyer Dalton.”
For some inexplicable reason the wordfriendstuck in his craw. They were more than goddamn friends. To prove it, he covered her mouth with his and kissed her until he lost control. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her until now.
She was into it too, kissing him back with a fervor that belied mere friendship. Her hands slipped into his back pockets and pulled him closer until they were grinding into each other, hungrily.
He angled her head and took the kiss deeper as he touched her breasts through her T-shirt. Her nipples hardened through the soft fabric and a growl escaped his mouth. God, he wanted her. He wanted her so much he could feel himself straining against the fly of his jeans.
She ran her fingers over the stubble on his chin. It was more tender than sexual, but the gesture made him hot just the same.
“You want to take this to the bedroom?” He started backing her out of the kitchen.
“Mm-hmm.” She moved her hands under his shirt, lightly touching his stomach and he shuddered in a breath.
They didn’t waste any time once they got to his room, tearing off their boots, shoes, and clothing. He pushed her down onto the bed and fell on top of her. She felt so good, everything about her. Her soft, damp skin. The hot pull of her mouth. The way she arched under him, silently begging for more.
She grabbed his hips and pulled him harder against her, crushing her breasts against his chest. He kissed his way down her neck to her chest, then, one at a time, rolled her nipples between his lips.
Her head thrashed against the pillow as she grabbed fistfuls of the top sheet while he spread her legs wide with his knee.
“You ready for me?” He touched her and found her already wet. “Oh, yeah, baby,” he whispered in her ear, his chest expanding at the knowledge that he could do this to her. That he could make her so damned aroused.
He slid open the nightstand drawer and blindly searched for a condom. When he had it on, he entered her in one hard thrust. She called out, moaning his name in satisfaction, then thrusting up to meet him stroke for stroke.
He thought about her dancing in the kitchen, her body moving to the beat of the music. Her ass shaking and he nearly came.
“Let’s slow it down for a second.” He held her hips still while he moved slowly inside of her.
“Don’t want to.” She shook his hands away and tried to roll him under her, but he wouldn’t let her.
“I want to make it last. I want it to be good for you.” He kissed her neck.
She turned her head to the side to give him better access. “I…”
“What?” he whispered.
“Nothing. It’s just so good.”
The best he’d ever had. Because of her, because of the way he felt about her.
With one hand, he held her arms above her head and began to thrust harder, simultaneously working her with his fingers. She squirmed against him, panting and trying to break her hands free. He let them loose and she gripped his shoulders, bucking wildly against him.
“Oh, Sawyer…Sawyer.”
He kept kissing her. Her face, her lips, her throat.
“I’m—I’m—” She shuddered before she could get the words out. Her breathing quickened and her muscles clenched, and Sawyer felt her climax.
He bent her knees up so that her feet were flat on the bed and went deeper. Harder. Within a few seconds he was lost in the euphoric feeling of his own release.
He collapsed on top of her. Though completely sated, he wished their lovemaking had lasted longer. But once enveloped inside her warmth, he’d been unable to hold back. Sawyer was surprised he’d made it as long as he had.
