But when I was just starting to lose control, he tossed the towel aside and led me to the bed. Then stretched out beside me, propped up on one elbow.
His fingers traced a path from my collarbone, down between my breasts, and over the rounded plane of my stomach.
He sighed. “I’m worried about Matt. Are you okay with this? Knowing he’s going to be upset?”
“My brother shouldn’t have a say in who I date. That’s what we’re doing now, right?” I didn’t want any more misunderstandings between us.
He set the last of my worries aside. “If it’s up to me, you’re never leaving my house again. Can we get married tonight?”
I laughed lightly and hugged him, taking in the firmness of his muscles against my skin. “Yeah. Let’s do that. You can keep me forever. I’ll be your captive princess while you pump me full of babies. I’ll quit the forestry divisionandRed Oak Market so I can stay home here as your wife. Does Josie like babies?”
He leaned down and kissed me again. This kiss was different. Slower. Deeper. He explored me as his tongue swept against mine. One of his hands cupped my face, stroking my cheek.
Sawyer broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine.
Then he murmured, “Josie loves babies. I’m sure of it. But I like you working for the forestry division. I remember the first time I saw you. You were knee-deep in mud. You always did like playing in the dirt. Don’t give that up if it’s what you love doing.”
It was… overwhelming. This gentle, deliberate affection after the frantic heat of last night. It felt more intimate than anything we’d done before. A lump formed in my throat.
“Okay,” I told him breathlessly. But I hadn’t been kidding. I wanted that traditional dream, being a mom with my babies running underfoot. A career could come later once they were older and more settled.
But here I was already planning out our whole family on day one. I’d wait to discuss details like that with him. We’d have plenty of time. A whole lifetime in fact.
Right now, we still needed tomakesome babies.
Sawyer gave me a soft smile that transformed his face. Then he kissed a trail down my body.
He took his time, nuzzling the valley between my breasts before pressing a soft kiss there.
Sawyer’s hands roamed my sides, then the curve of my waist, as if he was trying to learn my shape by touch alone.
He built a different kind of heat in me. It was a slow, deep burn that started in my core and spread outward. I was on fire for him. Every touch of his lips was a brushfire, leaving a blaze in its wake.
He moved lower, his lips grazing over my stomach before he continued his journey downward.
Then Sawyer hooked his hands under my knees, gently urging my legs apart. He settled between them, but he didn’t dive in. He just looked up at me, his eyes dark and moody. “I just want to look at you, Rissy. Is that alright?”
I could only nod, my heart hammering against my chest.
And then he did.
His gaze was a physical touch, hotter than his mouth had been. I felt exposed and worshipped… completely his.
After a long moment, he leaned forward and pressed a single, soft kiss just below my navel. Then another an inch lower. He was taking his sweet fucking time, and the anticipation was a delicious torture.
His mouth moved lower, his breath ghosting over the most sensitive part of me. I whimpered as my hips lifted off the bed of their own accord.
“Shhh,” he soothed, his hands sliding under my ass to hold me still. “We’ve got the rest of our lives. I’m not going anywhere.”
And then his mouth was on me.
Not with the hungry fervor from last night, but with a slow, devastating precision. His tongue traced my folds, a languid exploration, before finally finding my clit. He licked it slowly,once, twice, then a thousand times. His lips were a soft caress that made my entire body arch off the bed.
He rumbled out a laugh as he made friends with my pussy, the sensation vibrating through my core. Then he built a rhythm of slow, broad strokes, his tongue my new best friend.
Sawyer wasn’t trying to drive me to a quick finish. It was aboutsavoring.
That’s how the pleasure built inside me, in slow, rolling waves. It was deeper, more thorough than the frantic peak in the hot tub or the wild pounding in his bed last night.
