“Shit,” he hisses, pulling back to look down at where we’re joined together as he pulls his hips back and sinks in again, enraptured. He meets my gaze. “You’re perfect.”
I nod, ignoring his comment as I reach for him. “More.”
He flashes me a grin before plunging into me harder. My body clenches down around him and pressure builds in my belly as he keeps the same pace and leans down to kiss me. It’s such a contradiction to the animalistic motion of his hips and I’m obsessed, well and truly ruined for any other man because no other man will ever be able to compare to this. He touches me like I’m glass and indestructible at the same time.
Fire and ice.
Heaven and hell
Black and white.
It’s a perfect contrast designed and executed to drive me out of my mind.
I scrape my nails down his back and he rears back with a groan before grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the bed as his hips thrust into me a little bit harder.
“You’re not being very nice, angel.”
I shake my head. “Neither are you.”
“Oh. Did you want to come?” he asks, punctuating his question with a couple of quick thrusts and I cry out as I nod my head.
“Yes.”
He nods and releases my hands before reaching between us to rub his thumb over my clit. “Go ahead, baby. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
“Sawyer,” I moan as my release overwhelms me, white lights exploding behind my eyes as my body clamps down on him and shudders. He groans. Gripping my hips, he thrusts into me for a few more seconds before his eyes close and he stills, releasing something between a moan and a sigh as his body jerks above me. He sighs again as he opens his eyes and meets my gaze with a silly grin on his face. I laugh.
“You’re a tease,” I accuse him and he laughs as he rolls to the bed next to me and drops the condom in a trash can.
“Oh, angel,” he muses, pulling me into his arms. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Chapter Nineteen
Sawyer
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” her sweet voice says as she cuddles into my side and I hum, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her closer. She skates her fingers down my stomach. “It’s time to wake up.”
I peek one eye open. “Why don’t you keep moving that hand of yours down? That sounds like a pretty nice way to wake a man up.”
“He says like he didn’t fuck her four times last night before they finally passed out.”
“Your point?” I ask, biting back a laugh and she shakes her head.
“My point is it’s time to get up.” She swings her leg over my hips and her tits hang in my face as she reaches toward the nightstand for something. Growling, I grip her hips and try to bury my face between them as she squeals. “Stop it. I have hot coffee.”
“No,” I whine, closing my eyes. “It’s too early.”
She laughs. “It’s almost nine.”
“We’re on vacation.”
“Which means we should probably try and spend some time together,” she argues as she holds my coffee in her hand and tilts her head to the side. The early morning sunlight frames her silhouette and she flashes me a smile that smacks me right in the chest.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, angel.”
She blushes but shakes her head. “Time to get up.”
Before I can stop her, she climbs off of me and sets my coffee down on the nightstand again. I watch her as she grabs my t-shirt and pulls it over her head. As she turns and struts away from me, I sit up and lean back against the headboard with a grin. I bite my lip as her ass sways back and forth in her tiny little pair of lace panties. Fuck, she’s perfect.
“Come on, baby. Turn around and come back to bed,” I say, thrusting my hips into the air as the words roll off my lips and she rolls her eyes.
“If I come back to bed, it’s to sleep, not fuck,” she warns, arching a brow in my direction and my cock twitches at her dirty mouth. “Between the multiple orgasms, your snoring, and a nightmare, I didn’t get much sleep.”
I frown. “What did you have a bad dream about?”
“Oh, it wasn’t me. It was you,” she says as she sits down at the table and picks up a pencil. My dream from last night plays out in my mind and I wince as a shudder runs through me. It all started out fine - Juliette and I were in bed at home when I looked out of the window and noticed a black SUV, the same one that we saw at the park and when I turned back to tell Juliette, she had vanished. I was in a panic, searching for her everywhere but no matter how hard I tried to find her, I came up empty. Then, it morphed into some kind of weird haze from my past and I found her dead on the living room floor. I push the image out of my mind as I pick up my coffee and take a sip
Ever since we left Baton Rouge, I’ve really been trying to not focus on all the questions I have about Juliette but it’s getting harder and harder. My initial feeling was right all along and there is something going on with her but I just can’t put my finger on what it is. What the hell does she have going on that is so bad she feels like she can’t talk to me about it? This is what I do and I’ve claimed her in front of the whole damn club. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her and it kills me to think that she can’t trust me with this. God, I want to ask her so fucking bad but I promised her we’d wait until we got back to the city and I’m going to honor that. That doesn’t mean I didn’t ask Streak to look into it for me, though.
“What are you working on over there?” I ask, watching her as she scowls at her paper and drags the eraser across it, her cute little nose crinkling in displeasure. She looks up.
“Just doodling.”
I scoff and throw the covers off of my legs before climbing out of bed and after walking across the room, I sink into the chair next to her in my birthday suit. “Let me see.”
“No making fun of me.”
“Why would I make fun of you?” I ask, throwing my arm over her chair and pulling her closer. She shrugs as a blush stains her cheeks.
“I don’t know. I just hate showing my designs to people before I feel like they’re perfect.”
“I bet it already is perfect.”
She shakes her head as she fights back a grin. “Your approval is not the one I need.”
“Well, let me look anyway.”
She passes over the notebook and my brows shoot up as I study the “doodle” she’s thrown together. It’s a necklace, dripping in diamonds, and all I can imagine is her wearing it around her pretty little neck with nothing else on as she rides my cock.
“What do you think?”
I turn to her and my gaze falls down to her nipples as they press against the fabric of my t-shirt. “I think you’d look fucking amazing in this… and nothing else.”
“Fucking pervert,” she scoffs, giving me a little shove as she turns away to hide her smile. My chest aches as I watch her.
This woman fucking owns me.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” I whisper as I lean in and let my lips brush against her neck as I breathe in her scent. She shivers.
“I can’t.”