I wasn’t sure who moved that fraction of an inch and closed the distance between us, but suddenly his mouth was on mine, his lips parted, letting my tongue poke inside, and he was kissing me back. He propped himself up with one hand and put his other hand on my chest. His touch was like gasoline on flame. Heat erupted in my core as I cradled his face in my hands, deepening the kiss.
I’d kissed more men than I could name. Had more lovers, professional and otherwise, than I could think of, but none of them had made me feel the way Sawyer did. It went beyond the butterflies in my stomach or the pulsing need between my legs.Sawyer made my heart feel safe. It was the simple things that got me, like birthday cake and a card I didn’t have to read to myself. It was the way he saw the person first, and the profession, the history, second. The way he looked at me like he was the luckiest guy on the planet, when really the reverse was true.
And when he shimmied on top of me, straddling me, he broke the kiss, soft breaths puffed out over my skin. “Tell me this is okay,” he whispered. “Tell me this is okay, Lukas.”
“Kiss me,” I said, barely getting the words out before his mouth was on mine again, warm and soft and perfect.
TWENTY-FIVE
SAWYER
Lukas wassolid and warm underneath me. I sighed into the kiss, giving him more of my weight, letting it press down on him so he could feel exactly what he did to me. I didn’t know how far he would allow things to go between us, and though I was greedy, I’d take whatever he’d give me, even if it was just a super-heated make-out session on my living room floor.
His arms came around me, and his hands slid over my body, touching me everywhere. When he cupped my ass and dragged me closer, rocking up into me, I let out a needy moan and kissed him with urgency.
All day, I’d wanted nothing more than this right here, this passion, this closeness, and now that I had it, I wanted to live in it. To pause time and let this moment last forever. Lukas let me take the lead, and I tried not to wonder if it was because of his work history.
Did men usually expect him to be the one in control?
It took all my mental fortitude to push that question and any subsequent thoughts aside. If I got trapped in a circle of wondering about the quality of sex he had with other people, I’d never get it up.
I sat up as much as the fort would allow and tugged at the hem of Lukas’s shirt. He sat up and tugged the shirt off over his head. He took my face in his hands and hauled me back down, slanting his mouth over mine. The kiss left me oxygen deprived and dizzy. My hips, of their own accord, undulated, grinding my cock against Lukas’s, sending fireworks shooting off behind my eyes.
Never had I ever been kissed so thoroughly, so completely, so hard and deep that I ached from it. The breathlessness made my head swim, and I pulled away, tucking my face in the curve of Lukas’s neck. I kissed him there too. I mouthed the shell of his ear, took the lobe into my mouth and nipped it gently with my teeth. Lukas shivered underneath me, his hands touching me, teasing me, mapping my form and making sure I stayed close to him.
Lukas tugged my shirt off, and I kicked myself for not doing it sooner. The feeling of his skin against mine was almost enough to make me come right then. Or maybe that was due to the subtle friction when our bodies continued to rock together. As much as it pained me to pull away from his mouth, to leave that glorious experience behind, I kissed up the line of his jaw. Down the column of his throat. I kissed down his chest, dragging my mouth along the slant of his clavicle, then lower to his dusky, hairy nipples.
Lukas’s chest was nicely hairy with a dark swatch that extended down his stomach in a thin trail before disappearing into his jeans. I shuffled lower so I could tease his nipples. Lukas’s hand sank into my hair, his touch grounding, reassuring as I mouthed the pebbled nipple. His fingers tightened when Iflicked the bud with my tongue before moving over to the other one.
The sounds Lukas made went straight to my dick. Every groan made my cock twitch. Every moan made my pulse race. I wanted to be naked with him with a desperation that I was only able to ignore because I knew once we were naked, it would be over way too fast, and I wanted to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of this that I could.
Orgasms were nice, but this—having Lukas underneath me, melting into my touch, moaning into my mouth when I kissed him again—was so much better. Well, maybe not better, but definitely a solid tie. Orgasms were the end result of a journey I wanted to stay on for as long as possible.
“You’re driving me crazy,” Lukas whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my flesh. The blanket fort was getting a little stuffy, but neither one of us seemed to care enough to say anything about that.
“I’m driving myself crazy too,” I assured him, bucking my hips forward to press my dick against his.
Lukas reached down and grabbed my ass in both hands.
“Do that again,” he said, either a warning or command, or maybe they were different sides of the same coin.
I did it again, this time without kissing him so I could see his face. His eyes were hooded, and he had that lusty look on his face, the kind that made my blood run hotter than the sun.
“Too many clothes,” Lukas rasped and suddenly his hands were at my fly. He popped the button and dragged the zipper down. I had to move off him to shimmy out of my pants and I watched with interest as he undid his fly and arched off the floor to shove his pants down.
“These too?” I asked him, tugging at the waist of my briefs.
“If you’re comfortable,” Lukas said and I melted a little at how perfect his answer was. How perfect he was.
I held his gaze and wiggled out of my briefs. The way Lukas raked his gaze over my body made me feel feverish all over. His tongue poked out and slid along his lip. Holding my gaze, he pushed his own underwear down, kicking them off into the ether.
Before I could get too in my head about everything that was going on between us, I kissed him again. Soft and with no tongue. I let my lips dance over his, and then I moved down his body, kissing a path to his cock.
“You don’t have to,” Lukas told me, but I just looked up at him and smiled.
“But I want to, if you want me to.”
He smirked. “Well, if you want to, I’m not going to say no.”
