She giggled like an idiot the entire way up the stairs, which earned her a smack on the ass and an admonishment not to wake the rest of the house. As if they could have slept through one of her and Sawyer’s rows.
He carried her into his bedroom and tossed her on the bed. He reached down to pull his shirt off and tossed it across the room. The sheer sexiness of watching a stacked man undress wasn’t lost on her. Her eyes were glued to his physique.
His muscles rippled beautifully. He looked almost graceful despite his size.
He popped the button of his fly, hooked his thumbs in the waistband and yanked downward. The blue boxers he wore came with the jeans, baring his engorged cock to her view. It bobbed free of confinement and stood erect.
He caught her staring and stood there, legs apart, completely unabashed. “Like what you see?”
She swallowed and nodded.
“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
“And if I want you to take them off?” she said lightly.
“Now.”
Alrighty then. His tone brooked no argument, and she was close to panting.
She hurriedly yanked at her jeans, but he stopped her with a look.
“Slow,” he said. “Nice and slow.”
A sultry smile curved her lips upward. So he wanted a show, did he? She crawled up to her knees then stood up on the bed so that now she looked down at him.
With a seductive sway to her hips, she began inching her jeans over her hips, being careful to keep her underwear in place. When they fell down around her ankles, she picked up one foot and shook it free of the denim and then picked her other foot up and kicked the jeans toward the doorway.
Placing her palms at her hips, she smoothed her hands up her body, underneath her shirt and higher, working the material up her chest.
She pulled the shirt over her head and sent it flying after the jeans. Still swaying back and forth, she snaked her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. The straps came loose and tumbled down her arms. She yanked her hands back around to hold the cups in place, and then she slowly let the lacy bra slide down her body, freeing her breasts to his avid gaze.
Unable to resist the temptation to make him a little crazy, she swallowed her inhibitions and let her fingers dance across her breasts. She cupped each small mound then worked the nipples between her fingers.
She let out a small moan that mixed with his sudden intake of air.
Keeping one hand caressing the puckered tip, she trailed the fingers of her other hand down her midline, traced a line around her navel and then dipped lower to the band of her panties.
Soft as a whisper, her fingers delved underneath the filmy material, through the crisp curls between her legs, deeper into the damp flesh between her folds.
Her middle finger rolled over her clitoris, inciting a delicate shudder that began in her groin and ended at her shoulders. Her nipples tightened in response, and she plucked at one with her fingers, enjoying the sharp tingles that erupted.
She locked eyes with Sawyer as she manipulated the tiny nub of flesh between her legs. When she was sure he was solely focused on her, she threw back her head, closed her eyes and undulated her hips in rhythm with her fingers.
She didn’t have long to wait.
He grabbed her wrists and yanked her forward until she fell to her knees on the bed, her body just inches from his broad chest. His fingers still wrapped tightly around her wrists, he leaned in and devoured her mouth in a ravenous kiss.
“You make me crazy,” he muttered against her lips.
“Good,” she murmured back.
He pulled her arms apart and leaned her backward, falling forward onto her as her back hit the mattress. He hovered just inches over her, his body pressed firmly against hers.
He was a man who might scare a lot of women. There was no softness to him. Big and mean. That’s what he looked like. But when he smiled at her, when he looked at her, there was such a gentleness to him, that it made her chest ache.
Hers. He was all hers, and she reveled in that fact. He may have been with a lot of women, but she knew none of them had ever owned his heart the way she did. It wasn’t something he had to say either. His actions proved it.
His goatee brushed across her chin as he rolled his mouth over hers, drinking deeply of her. He tasted, licked and nibbled at first her lips and then her tongue.
