It isn’t long before I wake up with pins and needles shooting through both arms, still posed at awkward angles. I run to the bathroom to pee, and by the time I get back, I’m a popsicle. A half-asleep Sawyer opens his body to me as I return, and he folds me in his warmth, planting lazy kisses on me as he drifts off again.
The last thought I have is:This is what it feels like to be home.
CHAPTER 34
SAWYER
It’s Friday,and I wake up in exactly the same position as yesterday, to Brie’s scent in my nose and her ass in my crotch. My arm is wrapped tightly around her, hand cupping one perfect breast. And, because I have a near-medical condition at this point, my cock is throbbing, ready to bust at the slightest touch. But this time, I stay right here, basking in the feeling.
I woke up on the verge of coming multiple times last night, replaying Brie’s words in my dreams.
I want it in my mouth this time . . . I’m aching for you.
Just the memory has my cock twitching.
I roll onto my back and scrub my free hand down my face before reaching for my phone, looking for a distraction. Another snow day has been announced. Relief and anxiety braid through me. There’s nothing I want more than to spend more uninterrupted time with Brie. But being stuck here together isn’t reality. Reality is going slow, giving her space, letting her come to me when she’s ready. Here, we’re forced together and drowning in sexual tension.
I’m going to have a hell of a time keeping my handsoff her. Last night was hard enough—in every sense. Between the dim fire-lit cabin, Brie’s lust-filled eyes, and her cock-throbbing words, I was only barely able to maintain my control.
I push my phone away and turn my body into her, spooning her again. The fire has died down from when I last added logs to it a couple hours ago. Sunlight moves slowly across the living room floor. Her breathing deepens and she shifts, rubbing herself against me. I flatten my hand over her stomach and nuzzle her hair, breathing in her scent. When she arches her back in a stretch, I can’t help kissing along her neck, relishing in the throaty sounds she makes.
She rolls onto her back, smiling sleepily, and my chest inflates. This is how I want to wake up every day.
“Good morning.”
“Hi,” she yawns.
“What do you want to do today?”
She curls into me. “I want to stay here all day. With you.”
My fucking heart. This woman wants to stay here all day.With me.
“Yeah? And do what?” I ask, knowing full well inciting things further is a bad idea, but unable to help myself. I roll onto her, covering her body with mine as I kiss her deeply. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and I rock into her.
“This,” she says, tilting her hips to meet mine. “I want my turn with you.”
Groaning, I say, “We’re supposed to go slow.”
“I can go slow,” she say innocently. “It’s part of my plan. Tease you with slow licks.”
I drop my forehead onto hers, letting out a frustrated laugh. “I never guessed you were so evil.”
She grinds into me from below. I can feel the heat of herthrough the boxers she wears, and it takes every ounce of will power not to reach down, feel her wet heat and see how fast I can make her come.
It occurs to me, we’ve already done that. Going slow doesn’t have to mean starting over.
My hand drops down to her bare thigh, and I trail my fingertips up and down her warm skin. Goosebumps chase my touch all the way to the bottom of her shorts.
Her own hand winds its way between our bodies, but as it inches its way to my dick, I stop it in its tracks even as my hips angle to meet it.
“What, you can touch me but I can’t touch you?” she says.
“Exactly.”
That grin reappears. “No way.” She stills my hand on her thigh. “You’re not allowed to touch me if I can’t touch you.”
I heave a sigh. Looks like we’re at a stalemate. Because there’s no way I’m fucking this up.
