“Take out your other breast,” he ordered.
His hand rested on the arms of the chair, not touching her for the moment. She pulled her other breast free and he latched on. She reached out and grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady herself.
“Sawyer. Sawyer. Please.”
“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered. “Fuck, I’m so turned on already.”
Yeah, she knew just how he felt.
“Are you wet for me, Gigi? Is your clit swollen? Throbbing?”
She couldn’t answer that, could she? She nodded her head, as she wrapped her hand in his hair and guided his mouth back to where she wanted it most.
Smack! His hand landed on her ass, and she gasped. “Fuck! What was that for?”
His eyes glittered. Hard and relentless as he stared up at her. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer.”
“And you’ll spank me if I don’t answer?”
“Oh, I will take great pleasure in spanking that sweet little ass if you get out of line. I already owe you two spankings.”
Her gaze narrowed. “And how do you figure that?”
“One for breaking into our home.” He ran his hand over her ass cheek then squeezed it. “And one for taking off the way you did.”
“You already spanked me for breaking in.”
“That? Those were just a few taps to get your attention.”
A few taps to get her attention? If that wasn’t an actual spanking, she wasn’t sure she wanted one.
“You can’t spank me for escaping. You were holding me prisoner.”
“Ah, but you were safe where you were.” He frowned. “Anything could have happened to you in the tunnels. You won’t be going in them again.”
Oh, she wouldn’t? She’d see about that. She decided it was time to take back a little control. She had the feeling if she gave in to Sawyer, he’d take it as acquiescence that he could take over her life.
Not happening.
She slid her hands into his hair, pulled back his head and kissed him. He stiffened and for a moment she thought he might push her away, might reject her. But after a few seconds, he relaxed, his hands cupped her breasts, he ran his thumbs over her nipples. It was different, kissing a man with a beard. His whiskers tickled her, adding another layer of sensation, and she couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like in other places. She pulled back then, before he could say anything, she turned her mouth to his neck. She remembered all the places she’d enjoyed having Garret kiss her. That spot behind her ear, where the neck and shoulder met.
“Gigi.” Her name was a soft sigh.
She reached for the bottom of his shirt and tugged. He reached out and grabbed hold of her hands.
“We shouldn’t.”
Disappointment filled her.
“Please? I just want to do a little exploring.” Some tasting of her own.
He still hesitated. “I promise I’ll be very careful.” She grinned.
“Brat. Fine.” He helped her pull off his long-sleeved shirt. Her breath caught at the sight of him. She’d known he was strong. But she hadn’t realized his body would be absolute perfection. Strong biceps, mouth-watering abs, a V at his hips that made her want to explore lower.
“Like what you see?” he asked. There was a touch of uncertainty. How could he be unsure of her reaction? He was a God, and she was a nobody.
“Like is not the word I would use,” she told him. “You’re gorgeous. Beautiful. Stunning.”