I laughed before realizing he was serious. My pulsed ticked faster.
“Yeah, I’m notthathungry,” I said in a low voice, and Sully’s eyes flared. “Should I go inside…while you call?”
“Yes.” His fingers fumbled for his phone. “I won’t be able to talk straight otherwise. It’s been almost six months, and before that, so much longer, and I—” He stepped back so I could get out of the car and groaned when I brushed against him, leaning to give him a kiss on the cheek that he held his breath for.
“I’ll be inside waiting for you,” I murmured while barely repressing a whole-body shudder from the anticipation of the evening as I walked toward the house.
He was right; it had beensolong. And suddenly, the idea of waiting even a second longer was unbearable.
Once inside, I stood in the living room, wondering what to do with myself and whether I should go upstairs to wait for Sully. But I couldn’t really get my feet to move any further away from the door—or him—and within seconds, it was crashing open anyway, Sully standing in the frame and taking up all of it.
“I don’t want to rip it, so I need you to take it off,” he said without preamble. Then he kicked the door shut behind him, rattling the entire house. He shucked his shoes off, pushing them to the side. “We have an extra hour, and I’m not wasting a fucking minute of it.”
Heat unraveled in my core at the wildness in his eyes as they raked over me. Sully’s breath left his mouth in short, ragged spurts, and I watched his broad chest move in time with them.
“Sawyer.” He flopped back against the closed door as soon ashis name left my lips, as though undone by that alone. “I’ll take it off. But first…you.”
“Jesus,” he croaked before lifting a brow. “You want me to strip for you, El?”
I nodded, and within seconds, he’d left the foyer, was halfway across the room, ripping buttons off his shirt as he tried to wrestle it off. I thought about helping him but found myself rooted to the floor, unable to look away as Sully threw the shirt to the ground. His gaze caught on mine again, devastating me when he held it while reaching for his belt.
“Want me naked?” he rasped. The clank of metal echoed in the living room, and then his pants were shoved to the floor, too. I nodded again, holding my breath as I watched his socks vanish and then his briefs.
“Yeah, El?” he murmured, and my gaze dropped to find him stroking his erection as he stared at me. My core pulsed, body reacting violently to the image of him fisting his hard cock, moving like he could mimic what it would be like to fuck me. “Ah, I forgot how much you like this. How much you like watching me touch myself while I imagine it’s you.”
I bit down on my lip, transfixed by veins in his hands and the way they twisted up his arm as he jerked himself. Distantly, I heard Sully groan.
“I want it to be you,” he continued. “I’ll fuckingbegfor it to be you, Eleanor. Crawl, bark, whatever the hell you want.”
And then, before I could say anything, Sully sank to his knees in front of me.
“You don’t have to beg,” I said, finally finding my voice and dragging my gaze up to his face to see the desperation painted on it.
“Too late.” Without breaking eye contact, Sully bent onto all fours and closed the distance between us by crawling. “I would do fucking anything to have you right now.”
My breath hitched, his fingers wrapped around my ankle before traveling up the length of my leg as he straightened. Thefirst brush of his lips against my skin made my knees weak, and then it only continued. I only broke down further and further as Sully dragged his lips from my shin to my thigh, pressing open-mouth kisses and leaving the imprint of his bite in all my most sensitive places. Both his hands smoothed up the sides of my body, slipping beneath my dress until he realized I wasn’t wearing underwear. Sully made a guttural, gritty noise, the hem of my dress suddenly bunched in his hands, getting pushed up around my hips. And then heyanked, tugging me toward him until his face was buried between my legs.
I gasped and opened automatically, giving him better access, and Sully tilted his chin, parting me with his tongue until he found my clit, giving it a lick.
Heat burst through my body, and color burst across my vision. An ungodly noise flew from my throat, and Sully’s eyes darted upward, causing my jaw to drop even further when his sharp blue gaze seared into me, staying on my face while his mouth worked between my legs. I watched, breathless, as his jaw flexed while his tongue dove deeper, making me squirm with pleasure.
“Sawyer,” I gasped. “Oh my God, Sawyer.”
He pulled back just enough to say, “God, you taste so good.”
Then his tongue was back to flicking between my legs as I tried to find my voice, threading my fingers into his messy blond hair to keep from falling. My eyes rolled up as he licked slowly through my pussy this time, like he wanted to drink me in.
“Fuck,” I panted, writhing in his arms.
“Take it off,” he rasped. “I need the dress off, Eleanor.”
Obeying without question this time, I tugged the dress out of his grip and wiggled out of it, tossing it up and over my head. I watched it drift to the ground, landing on top of Sully’s pants, and then I looked back at my fiance´, who’d leaned back to stare up at me, lips parted, hand around his cock again, still on his knees.
“No bra, either?” he choked. “Fuck me.”
“Would love to.” I smiled at him and then jabbed a finger over my shoulder. “Get on thecouch.”
Sully’s gaze flared. “Yes fucking ma’am.”
