I let Sawyer distract me last night, and boy, did he distract me good. Multiple times. In multiple positions. And locations. We crossed off my romantic bubble bath item, and the blindfolded sex, which was weird for me, if I’m being honest. Not my kinda thing, even though I know lots of people get off on it.
Then he took me outside, and I rode his cock while he lounged on my deck chair, his hands twisted in my hair, holding me where he could kiss me senseless. The stars were out, but I can’t say I noticed any of them, except for the stars he made me see.
I want to understand why I’m different. Why I’m the woman he’ll break his one-night-only rule for. But I’m also terrified to know. Because I can tell Sawyer Donnelly is someone who could hurt me if I let him in.
Keeping it casual, keeping it a fling, is safer for my heart. And that means letting what he shared in my bathtub last night stay there.
“Okay. Here’s what I’m thinking. As much as staying in bed all fucking day sounds like a good idea, we need to hydrate and refuel. So I’ll go grab some food, let you do author shit, then I’ll be back in an hour and you can explain exactly what’s meant byexploringthe back door, because I’ve got ideas.” Sawyer waggles his eyebrows at me as he pulls a hoodie over his head.
The fact that he remembered my offhand comment at some point last night about needing to deal with some emails and write a newsletter for my readers is touching. And another thing I’m trying not to read into too much.
Turning away from him on the pretext of getting socks out of my dresser, I squash down the confusing feelings being stirred inside of me. He’s here for sex, that’s all. “Am I going to regret showing you that list?”
Strong arms wrap around me from behind, and I’m pulled back against a hard body. “Not if I can help it.”
I let him turn me around slowly, then he takes my arms and loops them around his neck. “But if you’re second-guessing anything you wrote down, hell, if you’re second-guessing me sticking around this weekend, just say so. No harm, no foul, no feelings hurt.”
He really needs to stop being so damn considerate. It’s going to be even harder to keep strong boundaries if I start to fall for him. I paste what I hope is a convincingly blasé look on my face. “You’d really let someone else step in to help me with my list?”
His eyes darken. Is thatjealousy?It can’t be.
“As long as you’re into what we’ve got going on, I am. I don’t take it lightly, you sharing your list with me. But if you think another guy can help you complete things from it better than me, I’ll make it my mission to prove you wrong.”
That deep possessive note? I like that… A shiver runs up my spine. Then he lifts me into his arms and carries me back over to the bed.
“Starting now,” he growls.
Well, okay then.
Chapter seventeen
Sawyer
I slowly come awake because of something tickling my face. Blinking my eyes open, I realize it’s blonde hair. I’m curled around Tori, her head resting on my arm, my face buried in her hair. We’re naked, her warm, soft body pressed against mine. She’s clutching my hand to her chest, our legs are tangled together, and we’re so tightly connected, I can feel the soft rise and fall of her breath.
She’s still asleep. And I’ll be damned if it doesn’t feel really fucking nice cuddling her like this.
I’ve never slept over at a woman’s house two nights in a row. Hell, I’ve never spent a weekend with a woman just existing in each other’s space, with the exception of my family. And there’s nothing familial about this situation.
A part of me thinks I should be running for the hills or trying to find someone to conduct an exorcism. I must be possessed; that’s the only explanation for why I have absolutely no desire to move from my very comfortable position, holding Tori in my arms.
But a larger part of me just feels good.
Her body shifts, and I know she’s starting to wake up. Gently, I free my top hand from hers, and use it to run my fingers down her side, over the dip in her waist and the flare of her hip. She stretches, pressing her ass back into me with a soft moan.
“Morning, angel,” I murmur in her ear as I lightly trace my fingers over the front of her thigh, getting closer to the soft thatch of curls that covers my destination but teasing by pulling away. Her hips start to move, and I know she’s waking up more, and realizing what I’m up to.
“You’re a tease, Sawyer Donnelly,” she rasps, her voice thick with sleep. I let her wrap her fingers around my wrist and bring my hand to where we both want it to be. “If you’re gonna wake me up, be nice about it.”
I chuckle against her hair, but don’t deny her any longer, sliding my fingers between her folds. She opens her hips to give me room, lifting one leg to rest on top of mine. My dick is already hard, but it’s not about me right now.
Dipping into her wet heat, I swirl around the lips of her pussy, still keeping my touch light and teasing.
“Sawyer,” she whines, twisting her head to look at me. Her eyes are hooded with desire. “Please.”
I steal a kiss at the exact second I plunge two fingers into her, swallowing her moan, chasing it with my lips. We stay like that, kissing as I play with her, but as much as I can see myself staying right here all day, I’ve got other things planned. Curling my fingers, I find the spot that I learned over the last couple of days is guaranteed to make her fly, and I press into it.
Her cries are muffled by our mouths still being fused together, her hand gripping my wrist, holding it in place. I feel the flutter and then the tight clench of her walls around my fingers. We ride out her release together, and when she slumps back into my embrace, I kiss the top of her head and slip my fingers out from between her legs. She watches me as I suck the taste of her off them.
