The words he’d asked in anger come back to me.Why didn’t you callme.And my biting words back.When have you ever come through for me?
But Sawyer keeps saving me, doesn’t he? He saved me from embarrassing myself in front of Dev by coming on that non-date. He insisted I share his table when none were left at Taco Tursday. He found me yesterday in a blizzard, tended to my wound,sewed my fucking pants back together.
And landed hard on his back just now to soften my fall.
His eyes sparkle and he grins back. “I told you, I’m a gentleman.”
He really is.
Playing along, I drop my mouth in mock-indignation, fighting my smile. “A gentleman who blindfolds a defenseless woman just so he can pelt her with snowballs?”
I shift to get off him, but his arm holds tight against my back.
“A gentleman who likes his fun,” he says. His eyes drop to my mouth, and he wets his lip. I’m suddenly aware of how hard his body is beneath me, how powerful he is. Yet he was so careful with me during our game, tossing easy snowballs at me instead of pelting them at more tender body parts.
His arm tenses around me. I can see his pulse quickening in his throat, and I wonder if he can see mine doing the same. His smile fades into something more serious. Dangerous.
Every cell in my body sparks to life, begging for Sawyer’s attention. His t-shirt, damp at the neck, hugs his torso in the most distracting way. I warm at the memory of his toned shoulders and biceps pinning me down as he drove me to the maddening brink of ecstasy last night.
His face is inches from mine. When his tongue darts out to lick his lips again, I pounce without thinking. The nanosecond our lips meet, he takes over with a fierce hunger, thrusting his tongue into my mouth to dance with mine, spreading his rough hands over my body as if he can’t decide where they should land, and letting out a satisfied groan deep in the back of his throat.
Then his sounds turn frustrated as his hands continue their search over my mountains of gear. He rolls us over, removes one glove with his teeth, tosses it to the side with a jerk of his head, and crushes his mouth to mine as he works on the zipper of my jacket.
“This okay?” he asks.
“God,yes.” If he doesn’t touch me in the next ten seconds, I might combust.
The zipper of the snow bib is next, and then his cool hand is inside the overalls, pushing up my other layers, coming to rest high on my stomach as his cool thumb flicks my nipple. I gasp into his mouth, and his lips pull in a smile, but never leave mine.
When his hand drags lower, it lights up every nerve it touches, leaving sizzling scorch marks in its wake. His fingers toy with the rolled waistband of the boxers.
He nips his way to my ear. “I wondered if you were wearing anything under that shirt of mine. Made me hard just wondering. I couldn’t decide if I wanted you bare, but” —he does his signature move and tugs the boxers up, givingme delicious friction— “this is better. I love knowing you’re getting my shorts all wet. So fucking hot.”
I feel his voice travel to the deepest parts of me, igniting a furious need for more. But he doesn’t give it to me, teasing me with shallow dips into the boxers, just short of where I want him. A whimper escapes my throat.
He chuckles against my neck. “You’re so fun to tease.”
“It’s torture,” I whine, ripping off my gloves and diving my hands beneath the hem of his shirt, fascinated by how his muscles tense as cold air meets hot skin.
When his fingers reach lower, barely brushing where I need him, I arch against him.
“Needy?”
“You have no idea.” As his fingers dip just inside me, spreading my wetness to my clit, I’m already close to a fiery explosion.
“That’s where you’re wrong, honey. I’ve got some idea.” He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth as the heel of his hand massages my clit in tandem with his fingers driving into me.
A ragged moan rips through me. I’m already right on the brink. The edge is so close, all I need is one faint push for me to tumble over it.
And then he does it. His rhythm, steady and sure, drives me higher and higher until I’m fisting his shirt, back bowed, and half-moaning, half-gasping his name as his eyes bore into mine, watching me with stormy, hungry wonder. My walls clamp tight around his fingers as he pushes me over the edge and a shudder wracks through me.
“Holy shit, Brie. You’re coming for me already?” He doesn’t stop, he doesn’t slow down, seeing me through to the end.
I crash back on the snowy ground, coming down frommy orgasm but not nearly sated. He kisses me deeply, and I want so much more from him.
But the second I have his pants unbuttoned, he grabs my hand, stilling it.
He pulls back, watching me as his chest rises and falls in a quick, heavy rhythm.
