“Yes, Sawyer?” she whispers into my ear and I shiver as she does it again. Fuck. It feels so damn good and all I want to do is disappear into the sheets with her and never come out again. All my pain, all my guilt, all my fear - it’s all gone the moment she touches me and it hits me out of nowhere that I’ll never be able to get enough of her. There will never come a point in my life where I will feel like I’ve had my fill of the gorgeous, amazing woman in my arms.
Holy shit…
I’m going to marry this girl.
And unlike the last time I thought about forever with someone, I don’t feel nervous, only excited to start building a life with my angel.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Juliette
“Sawyer,” I breathe as he drags the bitten end of the strawberry over my skin, starting at my hip and ending on my chest. As soon as he’s done, his tongue follows. Goose bumps race across my flesh and a shiver works its way down my spine. “Is this the only reason you wanted to order room service?”
His chest rumbles with laughter. “It’s one of them.”
“Do I get a turn?”
“Maybe later,” he answers with a shrug as he sucks my tit into his mouth and my hips shoot off the bed. As he flicks his tongue over my nipple and grips my hips, he nudges my legs open and slips in between them. Reaching across the bed, he grabs a spoon and scoops the whipped cream off of the waffles before turning back to me with a grin. I shake my head.
“Oh, no. That stuff is sticky.”
He nods as he lowers the spoon to my belly. “Mmhmm.”
“Did you hear me?”
“Yeah,” he answers, swirling the spoon across my skin and spreading the cream around. “You said I have to lick this off of you, then I have to take you in the shower and clean you up.”
I snort. “Sounds terrible for you.”
“It really does,” he murmurs as he leans down and drags his tongue across my belly. I suck in a breath as my eyes roll back in my head.
“At what point in there do I get an orgasm?”
He shrugs as he continues licking the cream off of my skin. “Maybe after the shower.”
“You’re so mean to me,” I whine and he laughs as he moves up my body and flashes me a wicked smile.
“I know.”
He presses his lips to mine as I lift my hips off the bed and his deep groan settles between my legs, making me ache for more as his tongue traces the seam of my lips. My lips part and the taste of strawberries, cream, and Sawyer swarm my tastebuds and I moan. He pulls away from my lips, breathing heavily as he slips his hand between my legs and my body tenses in anticipation.
“What about now?” he asks, as his fingers brush over the sensitive nub before disappearing again. I nod and lift my hips but he pulls his hand away. He laughs. “I’ll make you a deal…”
“What?”
“I’m going to ask you a question and if I like your answer, I’ll give you what you want. Sound fun?”
I frown up at him. “I don’t know.”
“First question,” he says with a grin. “Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“Very good.” His grin widens and my eyes roll back as he rubs his fingers over my clit in little circles. “Now, if you keep giving me answers I like, I won’t stop.”
I nod, only able to focus on his words for a second. “Okay.”
“Are you mine?”
I smile. “Yes.”
He hums his approval and bends down to flick his tongue over my nipple. I gasp, threading my fingers through his hair as he increases the pressure of his fingers.
“Do you ever want to be without me?” he asks, his breath warming my skin and I shudder as I shake my head.
“No.”
Two fingers slip inside me while his thumb presses against my clit and I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut and clinging to him as an orgasm builds inside me.
“Will you move in with me?”
My eyes snap open. “What?”
Pulling away, his fingers slip out of me and my body screams for release as I stare up at him and try to wrap my mind around what he just asked me. He frames my shoulders between his arms and leans down to press his lips to mine.
“Move in with me.”
It’s more of a demand than a question and I tilt my head to the side as I study him. “We haven’t known each other for that long…”
“So? I want you in my life, every single day and besides, tell me it makes sense for you to sign a lease or buy an apartment when you’re just going to be living with me in a month or three or whatever is an acceptable timeline for the world.”
I purse my lips. “I suppose you have a point.”
“I do have a point,” he agrees, his smile bright as he sits back and drags his fingers down my thigh. “Now, tell me you’ll move in with me.”
“You’re very demanding.”
“I know.” He nods and I sigh as I study him for a moment before giving in.
“Okay. I’ll move in with you.”
His eyes light up as he leans over me again and slips his hand between my thighs, teasing my clit for a second before driving two fingers into me and pressing his thumb to my clit.
“Sawyer,” I cry out as my body comes alive with pleasure and I whine, begging whatever God can hear me that he doesn’t stop again.
“You want to come, baby?”
I nod. “Yes… please!”
He groans and shoves his hand behind my neck, gripping it as he begins fucking me with his fingers, hard and fast. Pressure builds in my belly, begging for release as I writhe beneath him, unable to control myself. He curls his fingers, hitting my g-spot and I cry out.
“Shh,” he whispers, a proud grin on his face as he slams his lips to mine and mimics the motion of his fingers with his tongue. He curls his fingers again and my body explodes, my internal muscles clamping down on his fingers as waves of pleasure rack my body and I scream into his kiss. As he pulls away from my lips, he releases my neck and slowly massages my core as shudders, almost like the aftershocks of an earthquake, tear through my body.
“Oh… my… God,” I whisper, shaking my head back and forth with my eyes closed. He laughs.
“Fuck. Watching you come apart for me is almost better than getting off myself… almost!”
Sighing, I open my eyes, still shaking my head. “I have never felt anything like that.”
“That you can remember.”
“No,” I shoot back. “If I had experienced anything like that before, I would remember it.”
He smiles and lays down beside me, dragging his fingertips lightly across my stomach. I’m relieved to see that my lack of memories isn’t bothering him anymore and that it’s something we can joke about.
“Are you worried about the stuff you don’t remember?” he asks, avoiding my gaze as I stare down at him and I sigh.
“No. When I came to Baton Rouge, I knew I needed to focus more on the life I was building and not the one I left behind.”
“I’m still worried about your fiancé.”
I sigh. “Ex-fiance and don’t be too hard on him.”