His body arched over hers as he drew in his hips to position himself between her legs. He nudged the underside of her thigh with a knee so that she was more open to his advances.
Curling his fingers around her wrists again, he drew her arms over her head then collected both of her hands in the firm grip of one of his.
Then he let his free hand trail over her face, exploring the lines of her jaw and feathering over her swollen lips. His fingertips danced down her neck, around her collarbone, until little goose bumps rose in his wake.
He traced the slight indention between her breasts and circled each nipple in turn until it puckered and strained under his attentions.
He dipped his head and tugged on one of the tight little nubs with his teeth. She cried out as lightning chased through her veins. Her breasts swelled and plumped, begging for more, wanting his touch, his mouth.
She begged. She wasn’t ashamed of her need. She wanted more. Demanded more.
“Please,” she whispered. “I want you so much. I need you, Sawyer.”
“Ah, Reggie,” he groaned. “You make me feel as though I’m the only man in the world.”
His cock brushed over her slick flesh as he arched his hips forward. Two more adjustments, and he slid into her in one long push.
She bowed her back and strained against him, wanting closer, wanting more. He was so thick. Every nerve ending in her pussy was stretched tight, on fire as he rubbed back and forth over her swollen flesh.
He continued to hold her hands with his while his free hand teased and pleasured her nipples. His hips rocked forward gently, setting an easy pace. It reminded her of the gentle waves on the Texas coast. Warm, soothing, lapping to the shore and spreading along the sun-scorched sand.
She sighed in contentment as he rocked between her legs. He’d lied when he said he knew nothing about slow, sensual lovemaking. She’d never felt more loved or cherished than in this moment. The idea that this warrior, this big-ass man with bulging muscles and hands larger than her head could love her so tenderly brought tears to her eyes.
Yes, he’d lied. He knew exactly how to give her sweet lovemaking.
He rested inside her, his eyes closed as shudders rolled over his body. There was peace on his face. Pleasure and contentment.
Then he began to move again, rolling forward like the tide. Deeper he sank. With each thrust, he reached further into her body. And her soul.
“Wrap your legs around me, honey. Hold me tight.”
She slid her heels up the back of his legs before crossing them at the small of his back. She pulled her lower body upward to meet his every thrust.
A small pinch settled deep in her pussy, one that grew bigger, tighter, expanding until she writhed with edgy need. That need grew, larger with each passing second. It pooled in her groin and radiated outward in a hundred different directions.
He finally let go of her wrists and slid both of his hands down her body to cup her ass. His fingers splayed out over the cheeks as he palmed her behind. Cupping her to him, he rode her, his body meshing with hers like the missing piece to a puzzle.
Faster, harder. Higher they flew. Soft then hard. Gentle then strong. Slow then quick.
She took a running leap, diving for the edge of the cliff. Over she fell, spreading her arms wide as she entered her free fall. Arms outstretched, eyes closed, the wind in her face. And then she flew. Soaring and dipping, she chased the wind.
And through it all, he held her. Those words he swore he didn’t know were whispered in her ear. His love. It wrapped around every part of her body, filling her, surrounding her.
Love.
“I love you,” she whispered as he shuddered against her.
“I loveyou,” he answered hoarsely. “I’m so sorry, Reggie. I never meant to make you feel like you didn’t mean the world to me.”
She smiled as he came to rest on top of her. “I’ve never doubted that I mean a lot to you.”
His head rested on her shoulder, his face pressed against her neck. She curled her arms around him, holding him there. They were still joined, and the intimacy of their embrace was something Regina would carry with her forever.
CHAPTER 33
Sawyer eased out of bed the next morning, careful not to wake Reggie. She was all curled up, dead to the world, and he couldn’t help the smile that eased the strain at his forehead.
He reached down to touch the curls that spilled across her cheek. Beautiful. She was so beautiful. His need for her went far beyond the physical. He’d found physical release in a lot of places over the years, but he’d never found anyone who soothed the ache in his chest like Reggie. He never would.
