“Maybe I’m just good at reading people.”
“Maybe you should mind your own business,” I snap. My voice came out harsher than I intended but this—him being here is too much.
He pushes my feet off his lap. “Think I’ll head out now.”
“I think that would be for the best.” I move off the couch as he goes for the door. “Wait. You should take this. I won’t be drinking it.” I go to give him the last two bottles of beer. His fingers glide over mine and a tremble moves through me. My heart skips a beat at his touch. Sawyer’s other hand moves to my face, those rough fingers caressing my jaw as he gazes at me.
The night we shared comes rushing back at me. The taste of his kiss. The bite of his fingers bruising my thighs. The weight of him pressing down on me. Warmth pools in my lower belly. The beer bottles drop to the hardwood flooring. One bottle shatters and the other rolls across the floor. Sawyer’s mouth comes crashing down on mine and all my doubts and reservations zip through the air like a deflating balloon. This is so stupid and yet I can’t stop myself from returning his kiss and shoving my tongue between his lips to dance with his. “I’ve regretted not asking for your number…for kicking you out right after…I wanted to turn around and come back for you that night, but I didn’t think you’d want me to.”
“I didn’t,” I tell him honestly. “We both knew what it was. What this is…”
“And what is this?” he holds my face so I can’t look away.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Another mistake,” I breathe the words out though they feel like the shards of glass cutting my heart into tatters.
“That what you want, Camreigh? Want me to fuck you and never look back?”
“Yes,” I hiss, and he jerks away. I think he is about to rush out the door and never look back, but he turns back and kisses me again.
“If that’s what you want.”
I don’t say anything. I grab his hands, avoiding the shattered glass, and tug him down the hall to my new bedroom. I find the box with my bedding in it and throw down a sheet on the mattress. Sawyer chuckles at me but his humor soon turns to desire.
I know we shouldn’t do this again, but I want him. Watching him flex his tattooed muscles all damn day was pure torture. I can’t escape my attraction to this man. I push his leather cut down his arms and he lays it on the top of my dresser.
“You eager, baby doll?” he grins and lifts my shirt over my head. We’re both dirty and grimy from cleaning and moving my stuff but I don’t care. My body is humming with desire like an electric current is flowing through my veins. The way I feel when he touches me is enough to drive any person crazy. Like nothing else matters and the rest of the world melts away and I fade into him. “Take off all these clothes. Let me see you.”
I should be afraid that he will be able to tell that my body is changing. My breasts are larger, my stomach rounder. A knock at the apartment door makes me freeze. I forgot all about the pizza delivery I ordered.
“You expecting company?”
“I ordered pizza.”
“I’ll handle it. When I come back, I want you naked and waiting for me.”
My teeth dig into my bottom lip, and I cover my face with my hands the moment he leaves the room.
What the hell am I doing? This is nuts. Certifiable. The last time the guy knocked me up. At least there is now worry of that happening again, but I feel guilty for keeping the truth from him.
I should tell him to go but I don’t. I slide my denim down my legs and do just as he said. I strip down to nothing and get on the bed.
I can hear him paying for the pizza and my belly growls. The scent of grease, cheese, and pepperoni filters down the hall. I am freaking starving. I’m debating throwing a shirt on and going for the food instead but then Sawyer returns to me and my hunger for him wins out.
He towers over the bed looking lethal but so damn sexy as he strips before me. The last time we were together it was dark and fast. This time though the light is on and he’s everything I imagined underneath his clothes and in the dark and more. He’s ripped but not overly muscular. Tall but lean. Covered in ink I could spend hours trying to explore his tattoos. There’s a lion’s head on chest in big bold colors that looks ready to devour me. It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful to look at. And for the night he’s all mine.
Taking his hand, I pull him closer to the bed, closer to me. He stares at me like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. This time feels different. Slower. The man is no hurry to get busy. Those green eyes admire my naked form with raw hunger. Sawyer drops to the bed on his knees, his thick erection on display. I wrap my hand around him the best I can but he’s so big. Larger than I remember.
He touches my face and dips his head down to capture my lips. The kiss is in slow motion almost as he tastes my mouth. Our tongues collide moving at a leisurely pace, we take our time exploring the depths of one another. Those rough but skilled fingers slide up and down my arms biting into my skin with possession. His kisses move down my neck and to my breasts. He bypasses my nipples and presses me down to the bed and goes straight for the heart of my desire.
Snaking his tongue between my thighs he French kisses my clit. My mouth parts and my eyes go back in my head as I let out a moan of ecstasy. He knows exactly what to do to drive me wild. An arm moves underneath me raising my hips to meet his mouth as a finger glides inside me. The combination of his tongue and finger is erotic. I tilt my head up to look at him and commit the image to memory, threading my fingers through his dark hair and giving it a tug. I want more, harder, faster. As if he knows he denies me, keeping things at his pace, not wanting me to get off just yet.
My biker smirks up at me through hooded eyes. He smacks my clit and growls at me, “Only way you’re cumming is on my cock, baby doll.” The action isn’t painful, but it stings.
Sliding up the bed, next to me he rolls me to my side to enter me from behind. Our bodies fit together well considering our difference in height. The feel of him behind me is out of this world. If tomorrow never came I could die happy right here in his arms. In slow sweet strokes the man worships my body with his cock.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think we were making love, but this isn’t love, it’s lust. Two strangers seeking something they can’t find anywhere but in one another’s arms.
Chapter 6