“Sawyer.” I kiss her inner thigh, feeling her muscles quiver under my lips. “When I’m about to taste you for the first time, you use my real name.”
I lean in and drag my tongue through her center in one long, slow stroke. The taste of her is salt, honey, and something richer, hitting me like a drug.
Her hips buck off the seat, and I pin them down with one forearm, holding her right where I want her.
“Again,” she gasps. “Please, Sawyer.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
I settle in and learn her. Circling her clit with the flat of my tongue makes her hips buck. Sucking gently, then harder when she moans, makes her fingers twist in my hair hard enough to sting. Sliding two fingers inside her while I work her clit with my mouth makes her thighs tremble.
She’s hot, slick, and tight around my fingers. The thought of how she’ll feel around my cock makes me groan against her.
“Oh, God!” Her back arches. “Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare!”
I curl my fingers, locating the spot that makes her cry out, and suck her clit hard.
She breaks.
Her thighs clamp around my head, her fingers nearly ripping my hair out. Her broken, keening wail immediately fogs the windows. I work her through it, gentling my mouth as the aftershocks roll through her, feeling her pulse around my fingers.
When she finally goes boneless, weakly pushing at my shoulders, I press one more possessive, claiming kiss to her center and crawl back up her body.
“Enough,” she pants, pulling my mouth to hers. She kisses me deeply, tasting herself on my lips, and the intimacy of it makes my cock throb. “I need you inside me. Now.”
More fumbling. She kicks her jeans off one leg while I shove mine down enough to free my cock. I’m so hard for her, the head already weeping and desperate for her.
I grab a condom from my wallet, tear open the packet with my teeth, and roll it on while she watches with dark, hungry eyes. Her gaze on my cock makes it twitch, and she licks her lips deliberately.
“Later,” I growl. “You can play with it later. Right now, I need to be inside you.”
“Promises, promises.” But she’s already positioning herself over me, her thighs framing my hips.
I grip her hips to steady her. “Ready?”
“I’vebeenready.” She locks her gaze with mine as she sinks down on me slowly, agonizingly slowly, taking me inch by inch. “The real question is whether you can keep up, Mountain Man.”
The clever retort dies in my throat. Jesus Christ, she’s so tight and hot and perfect, her body stretching around me like she was made for this. Made for me.
When she finally bottoms out, we both groan.
She’s fully seated, every inch buried inside her, and I have to close my eyes, breathing through the urge to flip her over and pound her into the seat. My fingers dig into her hips, hard enough to leave bruises.
“Move,” she demands, rolling her hips experimentally.
“You feel too good.” I grit the words out through clenched teeth. “I need a minute, or this is going to be embarrassingly fast.”
Her expression softens. She leans in and kisses my jaw. “That’s actually really flattering.”
“You’re a goddamn revelation.” I open my eyes to meet hers. “I’ve been thinking about this since you walked onto that stage, looking like you wanted to murder everyone in the room.”
“I did want to murder everyone.”
“I know.” I thrust up, slow and deep, watching her eyes flutter closed. “That’s what made me bid.”
She starts to move, finding her rhythm, rising and falling, taking what she needs. I let her set the pace, watching her face, memorizing every gasp and whimper. She’s beautiful like this. Powerful. A goddess taking her pleasure.
“Harder,” she breathes.
