Feeling suddenly shy, I nodded, words failing me in this moment.
But he didn’t need to be asked twice.
He gripped my hips and positioned his tip against me before sinking into me in one long, slow, thrust, groaning the entire time.
Sawyer was perfect. He waseverything. My mouth fell open with a silent cry as he buried himself to the hilt, stretching me to fill him.
Then he stopped, his forehead pressed to mine, his breaths coming in ragged pants that fogged in the cold air as he let me adjust to our connection.
“Fuck,” he choked out, sounding almost overcome with emotion. “Rissy, you feel so fucking good. I almost can’t handle it.”
Then he began to move.
It was a deep, relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing the water around us, sloshing over the edges of the tub. He angled his hips, hitting a spot inside me that made me melt around him with every plunge.
I wrapped my legs tighter, meeting him thrust for thrust, the splashing of the hot tub water the only other sound in the silent winter night other than our desperate moans.
“More,” I begged, my nails digging into the hard muscles of his back. “Give memore.”
Sawyer let out a ragged breath. “I won’t last long if I do.”
I kissed him then, our tongues tangling together as I whispered, “I won’t either.”
He gave me what I’d asked for, his thrusts turning punishing, driving into me with a force that stole the air from my lungs.
The heat of the water, the chill of the snow on my face, the burn of my muscles, the incredible, mounting pleasure, it was all too much.
I was climbing again, faster this time, hurtling toward another peak.
“I’m close,” he grunted, his movements becoming more erratic, urgency in every thrust. “I’m going to come inside you, Rissy. Ihaveto.”
His words tipped me over the edge.
My second orgasm vibrated through every cell in me, even more intense than the first.
My whole body locked on him, holding him in place as I came. A raw, guttural cry tore from my throat as I clutched him as tightly as I could.
Then Sawyer lost control, groaning out my name. He drove into me one last time, as deep as he could.
He shuddered as his release flooded into me, warming me from the inside out.
A moment later Sawyer collapsed against me, his weight pressing me against the wall of the hot tub, his face buried in my neck as we both gasped for air, trembling in the aftermath of what we’d just done.
The snow fell around us, silent and beautiful, melting against our overheated bodies as we slowly came back to reality. His heartbeat was steady and even against me, and I never wanted to move again.
Chapter 6
Sawyer
I couldn’t even think straight.
Marissa was the perfection I’d always imagined she’d be.
And now that I’d had her, I never wanted to let her go again.
But at the same time, Matt was going to kill me. Not like in the abstract way people sometimes use that term. He was going toliterallykill me for sleeping with his little sister.
I’d wake up with a shotgun in my face some day, thenboom, that would be the end of me.
