She had to work to suppress the grin when he bristled. There was only so far you could push the fragile male ego.
“I donotsuck at sex,” he growled. “What I suck at is the gentle lovemaking stuff.”
“So what are you good at? The hot, sweaty, make-you-scream type sex?”
His eyes glittered. “Yes.”
“And if I want hot, sweaty, make-you-scream sex?”
“Hot, sweaty,kinky, make-you-scream sex, Reggie. I like it hard and rough.”
“And if I want it that way?” she prompted again.
His eyes narrowed with a predatory gleam. “What if I told you that I fantasize about bending you over the couch and taking you from behind. Hard. Fast. That I’m not satisfied with just taking your mouth or your pussy. That I want all of you.”
Her breathing shallowed and came in rapid spurts as warmth seared through her body. Her nipples beaded and tightened painfully, spearing the thin T-shirt she wore.
“And what if I told you that what I want is you? Not a watered down version, Sawyer. You. All of you. I don’t want you to change. I love you. I don’t want a pale imitation of Cam or Hutch.”
His mouth crashed down on hers, his tongue plunging deep. His teeth nipped at her full bottom lip, and he sucked it deeper into his mouth.
Wild. God. He felt so wild. Unleashed. All that power simmering, just waiting to boil out.
He tore at her clothes, and she tore at his. Hot, breathless, they went after each other like starving animals. He yanked at her shirt, ripping it over her head. It went sailing across the kitchen.
They made short work of the clothes, and then they were pressed tight together.
He hoisted her up his body again until she straddled him as she had before. He tilted his head back as she claimed his mouth. Savage. It was all she could think as she swooped down like a bird of prey.
He brought out the animal in her. He made her wild, just as she imagined he was. How long she had waited to tap into that tightly held control.
It was a dark, heady sensation. Frightened? She was scared to death. In a thrilling, oh-my-God-I-can’t-wait way.
She devoured his mouth. If he thought he was the only one with wild, kinky fantasies, he wassoin for a surprise.
His hands gripped her hips, hauling her close, cradling her pussy against his rigid erection. Her swollen folds slid up and down the back of his cock. His heat scorched her. Seared her pussy and sent tremors racing through her core.
“I want you,” she whispered. “You, Sawyer. The real you. That’s the man I love.”
He groaned against her lips. “You’re going to be the death of me, Reggie.”
He pushed off the counter and stalked across the kitchen, his arms around her, holding her tight against his chest. She bounced with each stride, and his cock bumped tantalizing close to her entrance. Just a little bit higher and she could sheathe him. She groaned when, instead, she slid farther down, and the tip of his penis brushed across her lower abdomen.
When they reached the living room, he put her down abruptly, her feet colliding with the floor. He closed in fast, not giving her a chance to breathe. She backed as he stalked. Her breasts brushed against his chest.
A ripple of awareness shuddered through her. Her nipples, already painfully taut, twitched and stabbed forward.
She felt hunted. And dear God, but she’d never been as turned on as she was right now. Sawyer was one big ball of quivering testosterone.
Muscles bulging, his eyes simmering with the promise of exactly what he was going to do to her, he came to a halt when she bumped into the back of the couch.
A slow, predatory smile curved his mouth. His eyes glinted with satisfaction.
“You remember my fantasy,” he said in a near growl that sent shivers racing down her spine.
Oh holy hell, she hoped he was serious about bending her over the couch and fucking her senseless.
She gulped and nodded. Her gaze drifted down to his groin. His cock, thick and ruddy, jutted upward from the triangle of coarse hair.
