“Frustrated,” I growl, attacking his lips before he even gets the door shut. There’s not a ton of room back here. Most of my clothes are in the trunk, but I do have a pillow back here and a blanket. He takes it with a questioning look. “Just a blanket.”
“And a pillow?”
I debate whether to tell him. It seems like he’s getting all my secrets. I don’t want to lie about it, but I can’t let him know. It would open the door for too many questions. “I was doing laundry.”
Sawyer looks at the pillow then nods. “Lie back on it.”
Rain hammers against the windows. I don’t care that I’m soaking the seats. I don’t care about anything but the perfect way his body lies on mine and the way he fits between my thighs. I have clothes in the trunk; I’ll figure it out tomorrow.
His hand slips under my shirt making me shiver. His fingers find my pec, squeezing and kneading my muscles, before his thumb dusts across my nipple sending an electric shock to my balls.
He leans down, and at first I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead his lips land on my chest, kissing me through the soaked fabric of my shirt. He looks up as his lips travel down, then he moves my shirt up and his scorching lips land on my stomach. “Fuck, Aiden.” He nuzzles against my happy trail, inhaling as he kisses down. “I want to taste you so fucking bad.”
Water drips from his black hair.
I reach out and smooth a couple of rogue strands back. He’s so fucking handsome. Cupping his jaw, I bring his lips back up to mine. His cool fingers run under my shirt, touching and teasing. My windows are fogged, the air heavy with the scent of rain and his body wash.
Slow and soft, his lips indulge in mine. “Are you cold, baby?”
My skin heats.
“No.”
My fingers comb into his hair. I feel his thumb ghost across my nipple again and watch those beautiful lips curve into a smile when I shiver.
What am I doing?
I’m not sure, but I know I can’t stop. Sawyer’s fingers travel down, playing with the hair above my waistband. “Can I, Aiden?”
“Can you what?” His fingers play along the band, and I already know whatever he wants, he’ll get. I’m not sure what I want, but I know I don’t want him anywhere else. He leansdown, kissing my chest, then pushes my shirt up, and I lift, letting him guide the damp fabric off me. Those plump lips latch onto my nipple, and I clutch the back of his head, melting into the seat.
There’s not much room back here, but I want to see how creative he gets.
“Please,” I breathe as his lips kiss a slow path down my stomach.
“What can I do?” He nips at my hip bone.
“Anything.” And I think I mean that. He sits up a little, looking down at my shorts. “Go ahead.” He sits up a little higher between my legs and pulls his shirt off. His bare chest is muscled and glowing in the minimal light. He’s so beautiful. I reach out, dragging my fingers down every ridge of his stomach.
“Anything?” he asks.
I nod. He takes my shoes off, my socks next. Luckily my shoes don’t seem to be too wet. I can’t dry those as easily. Next his fingers dip into my shorts and he drags them down, his eyes dropping as he drinks me in. “Damn. That’s a nice cock,” he breathes, before leaning down and slipping my other leg out of my pants. My legs widen, one dropping to the floor and the other foot resting on the back of the seat. “You’re fucking unreal, Aiden. Beautiful.”
That makes me squirm.
Nudity isn’t the problem. I don’t feel any shame. But what I do feel is ten times greater. An unease like I’ve never known. Sawyer looks like he’s going to devour me. He looks up from between my thighs, giving me a cocky grin.
“What?” I laugh.
“In my happy place right now.”
I smile. “Thought that was your kitchen.”
“New happy place.” He kisses the inside of my thighs, then sprinkles them all the way up until his breath fans over my balls. “Plan to visit often.”
I slide my hand down until I grab my cock, jerking myself slowly as I watch him. He nuzzles against my sac before grabbing my hand to cup my balls.
“Here. Hold yourself a little.” He pushes them up then grabs my ass, pulling me down a little more. My legs spread wider.
