“I want to snuggle the shit out of you.”
“You really are bad at this.”
“I’m going to be the worst boyfriend you’ve ever had.” I can’t take this anymore. All the other stuff I’ll figure out after. Right now, I only want one thing.
There’s a way, I know there has to be.
“You have no clue how bad I want you.”
Sawyer blinks, then his lips grow into a smirk. “Then give me an idea.”
I step into him, cupping his face and running my thumb down his bottom lip, then I kiss him. His hands go to my waist as I back him up until we’re in his bedroom. The backs of his knees hit the bed, and he lifts his shirt off with one swift movement.
Goddamn.
I slide into his lap, kissing him hard, groaning as his fingers grab my ass and guide my hips across his cock. His hands slide down my thighs until his fingers curl under them, and he lifts me up and lays me down.
“Shirt,” he says, and I reach up and take it off with a wince. “Still hurts a lot?”
“Just a little sore. It itches more than anything.”
“Well, if you weren’t a dick, I could have helped you with that,” he teases.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Sawyer peels off his sleep pants and gets back on top of me. “If I wake up tomorrow and you’ve left me here, I’m done. Yourjob is always safe, I’ll never hold that over you, but this is the last chance I’m giving you.” He swallows. “I want your heart, but you can’t keep hurting mine.”
I’m going to tell him everything. Soon. Just not right now. But I will.
I don’t know what’s coming, but I trust him.
I know he’s going to be hurt, but I trust him.
Sawyer sees me. He may be the only person who’s ever seen me.
I nod, not knowing exactly what I’m agreeing to, but it doesn’t matter. What does matter right now is how right this feels. Even if I fuck everything up for the rest of my life, I’ll have this, and no one will be able to take it, steal it, or beat it away from me.
These moments with him are the only thing that have ever been mine.
He dips his fingers into my pants, rolling them down my legs. I watch the slow seductive way he does it, taking his time, letting his eyes trace over every inch of my skin. I swallow at the look in them. Like I’m special. Like I’m someone. I’ve never felt this in my life, and if this is the only time I ever get to feel this way, I’m just happy it’s with him.
“Your body is beautiful.” His palm runs under my calf, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss there. He hikes it over his shoulder before he leans down between my legs and kisses a slow path up the inside of my thighs.
They widen as I watch him, my chest rising and falling fast as he looks up with a devilish grin then presses his lips to my balls behind my briefs. He nuzzles his face there, groaning as he kisses a path along the fabric. “Driving me crazy.”
He hooks his fingers under my briefs and pulls them down. My hand goes to my dick, giving myself a squeeze. Everything is so sensitive. “This ass.” He grabs my hips, tugging me underhim. “Your body.” He kisses the middle of my chest. “Your messy heart.” He plants a kiss on my lips. “Turn around.”
I turn around but I look behind me, sucking in a breath as his lips land on one of my healing scars. Each one is left with a tingle as he takes his time kissing them all. I’m shivering by the end of it.
His arms wind around my thighs as he picks my bottom half up off the bed and buries his face between my cheeks. I moan into his comforter. He holds me steady. I’m helpless. I’ve never felt this helpless in my life.
My chest sinks into the bed as I let him lick and trace every inch of me held tight in his hands. He pulls my balls between his lips before laving his tongue up my crack and into my hole.
“Fuck me,” I groan.
“I’m going to fuck you.” He bites one cheek before devouring me again. He lowers me gently after a moment. “Roll back over.”
“Why?”
