Sawyer (Carolina Reapers 2)

He spun me in his embrace, keeping my arms hooked around his neck as my ass now ground against him in beat to the music. My blood warmed at the hardness I felt pressing into me from behind. Instantly liquid, my head spun with wanting this man. My muscles went tight and loose all at the same time as his expert hands moved over my skin, down my sides, across my hips. He twirled me to face him again, his gray eyes churning with want.

Without opening our mouths, we spoke. All the things we wanted laid bare and crackling between our bodies. It didn’t matter that we were surrounded by people. Didn’t matter that we were in the middle of an outing with more than a half dozen of our closest friends. In that moment, I was consumed. We both were, if Sawyer’s sudden urging me off the dance floor was any indication.

I followed him like a starved woman, blindly going wherever he led. I felt that safe with him, the sensation hitting me like a blow. When I caught on to his destination—the darkened hallway where the bathrooms waited—I tugged on him until he leaned closer to my mouth.

“I know a better place,” I whispered into his ear and winked at him as flames danced in his eyes. I took the reins, bypassing the bathrooms and guiding him farther down the hall and to the left, where I knew Coraline kept a private room for VIP banquets and the like.

Lucky for me, she didn’t lock it up.

Though Sawyer locked the door behind us as soon as we entered the dark room.

Big enough to house two banquet-size tables, the room was thankfully empty save for those and the chairs stacked in two neat rows along the back wall.

I jerked Sawyer’s head down, reaching up on my tiptoes to meet him in a crushing kiss. I swept my tongue past his lips, drinking in the taste of him before pulling back. I smirked and turned, moving to grab a chair.

Sawyer hauled me against him before I could reach for one. “Too far,” he growled, claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss, all the while spinning me until my back was pressed against the door he’d just locked. He gathered my hands and pinned them above my head with one of his own, his other freely roaming down my neck, over my aching breasts, and lower, teasing me over my black skirt.

“Sawyer,” I sighed, unable to contain it as he slid his hand underneath the skirt and continued his exploration over the fishnet stockings I wore.

“You have another pair of these, right?” he asked against my mouth as he tugged on the fishnets.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Why?”

Sawyer released my hands he had pinned, using both of his to dive under my skirt. A quick jerk from him and a loud rip sounded. Another heartbeat and he’d pushed my thong to the side, his fingers met with my warmth.

“Fuck, Echo,” he said, his mouth and tongue never ceasing their teasing of my lips, my neck. “You’re so wet. So ready for me.” With a few expert moves, his pants and boxer briefs were down and bunched around his ankles. “I need to feel your warm pussy around my cock.”

“Goddamn!” I practically screamed as he hiked my leg around his hip and thrust inside me. The motion was pure delicious heat and unbridled desire as he seated himself to the hilt. My spiked heel dug into his ass as he dragged himself out in one slow motion only to ram home again. “Sawyer. Fuck.” My eyes rolled back in my head from the sensation of being absolutely fully clothed, and yet I could feel him bare inside me. Hard and strong and hot, filling me so much I could barely breathe.

“So damn tight,” he growled against my neck, pumping over and over and over. “Perfection.”

I dug my nails into his strong shoulders, holding on as if I might fall off the edge of the planet.

“Don’t let go,” he said, then shifted his hands behind my ass and lifted until I’d locked both ankles around his hips. The man didn’t miss a beat with the set change, and the feel of his hands on my ass through the fishnets? That was enough to have me clenching around his cock like a vise.

Energy built like a gathering storm, each of Sawyer’s thrusts, strokes, or kisses enough to set me off. But he kept me there, at the edge of pleasure and pain until I was dying for him.

“Sawyer,” I moaned. “Please,” I begged. “Never stop. Fucking never stop.” I never wanted this to end. Never wanted to leave this place of pure ecstasy and ultimate unleashing. I may not have gotten addicted to the drugs in my past, but I sure as hell was addicted to Sawyer McCoy.