The husky rasp coloring her words clutched at his gut. And lower.
“That was the best way you could think of to clean it off?” he asked.
“What exactly do you suggest?”
He shrugged. “It all depends.”
“On what?”
Sawyer leaned forward. “On whether you plan to sneak away like you did the last time,” he said, his voice as husky as hers.
Her gaze traveled from his mouth up to his eyes. “There’s a lot I want to do tonight, but leaving isn’t a part of the plan.”
Sawyer closed the distance between them. “Then why in the hell are you not doing it?”
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her out of the chair, settling her legs around his waist. Her lips collided with his, thick with passion, heavy with the lust the two of them had been fighting over these past couple of weeks. With her wrapped around him, Sawyer started for the open French doors. Once inside, he laid her on the chaise longue in the living room and quickly covered her body with his.
“Pax, do you know how many times I dream about doing this every day?”
He charged for that spot on her neck just below her ear. Three years had passed, yet he still remembered how much she’d loved it when he sucked there. Sawyer went for it again, first sucking, then gently biting, while his hands roamed the soft skin underneath her shirt.
She released a low moan, her neck arching, reaching for his teeth and his tongue.
“I want you so much,” she admitted in a rush of breath.
Her words, spoken in that lusty, desperate voice, had the effect of throwing hot grease on a burning fire. Sawyer’s body went up in flames.
He kissed his way down her, then buried his head underneath her shirt, kissing his way back up again as he rolled the shirt up and off her. The bra came next.
For a moment Sawyer just hovered above her, temporarily stunned at how sexy she looked dressed in nothing but skintight jeans. He needed her fully naked, but there was something so sensual, so damn sexy about half of her body being bared to him that he just needed to soak it in for a minute.
Then he decided a minute was too long.
He hooked his hands in the waistband of her jeans and peeled them from her body, quickly removing her satin panties after that.
Sawyer pulled her to the edge of the chaise and knelt on the floor before her. He was overwhelmed by the feelings swirling within him as his eyes roved over her. This woman had captured his heart so long ago. Nothing would make him happier than finally having the chance to give it to her.
Actually, right now, he saw one thing that could make him pretty happy. Running his palms up her inner thighs, he spread her legs apart and hooked them over his shoulders.
He was like a starving man who had just had a banquet fit for a king set before him. As much as he was dying to pounce on her with a rapaciousness unparalleled to anything he’d experienced before, Sawyer told himself to take it slow.
He made his way up the inside of her thigh, marking the ridiculously soft skin with gentle love bites. He soothed each bite with a soft kiss and followed with a slow, wet lick. He kissed his way around her, deliberately avoiding the one place he knew she wanted him the most.
“Sawyer!” Paxton yelled. “Stop teasing me.”
But teasing her was exactly what he wanted to do. He drew the backs of his fingers along her inner thigh, then around her center, before finally giving her some relief. Using the pad of his thumb, he lightly teased the mass of nerves at her cleft, then rolled it between his fingers. Paxton rocked her hips, jerking as soft whimpers escaped her lips. Sawyer grew harder with every moan, but he fought the urge to strip out of his own clothes and fill her. Right now it was all about her pleasure. He wanted to make it so good that she would never think about leaving his bed again.
Tucking his hands underneath her, he gripped her ass and lifted her to his mouth.
That first taste on his tongue gave him new life.
Sawyer forgot all about her pleasure and selfishly concentrated on his as he explored the exquisite world between her legs. Her slick, tender flesh tasted even better than he remembered. He buried his face between her thighs, closing his mouth over her center and sucking hard. He flicked his tongue back and forth over the tight bud at her cleft, branding it as his.
He felt Paxton’s thighs quivering around his head moments before her back bowed and her scream tore through the room.
With a promise to himself that he would return to tasting the deliciousness between her legs, Sawyer stood and quickly got rid of his clothes. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Covering himself with the condom he’d taken earlier from his bedroom, he fitted himself between her thighs and entered her with one long, deep thrust. Pleasure, pure and explosive, burst throughout his being as he found heaven. Nothing in this world had ever come close to the way it felt when Paxton gripped his body. It was as if she were made exclusively for him.
