She looked up into his blue-gray eyes that had starred in so many of her fantasies. “Then touch me.”
He leaned closer, his lips sending a tingle of heat through her body as he spoke against her neck. “Where? Where to you want me to touch you?”
She leaned her head back on the door and closed her eyes. “Everywhere. I want you to touch me everywhere.”
He kissed his way up her neck, mixing moist sips with tender nips. When he reached the muscle just behind her ear, he bit down a little harder, then sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth. An electrical current shot straight to her panties and she rolled her head against the door as he continued to kiss his way under her chin to the other side of her neck. He didn’t seem to be in any hurry. Each kiss was slow and thorough and left her struggling to breathe. Finally, he moved his lips from her neck. But rather than kiss her mouth, he kissed her cheeks and her nose.
“I love your freckles,” he said between kisses. “They’re sexy as hell.”
“Freckles aren’t sexy.”
He drew back, and his eyes were heavy-lidded as he studied her face. “They are on you. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to remember the other places you have freckles. The secret places.” While she melted at his words, he slid his finger over her chin and down her throat to the neckline of her dress. “I spent lot of time fantasizing about licking those freckles like sprinkles covering an ice cream cone. Will you let me lick you like ice cream, Maze?” She swallowed hard and nodded slowly. A smile played on his lips. “I always knew you were a generous woman.”
He lowered his hand from the door and reached for the hem of her dress. He slowly inched it up, his fingers leaving a burning trail of fire in their wake as they slid over her thighs, her hipbones, her stomach, her breasts. By the time he swept the dress over her head, she was a quivering hot mess of desire.
His breathing was shallow as his eyes traveled over her body. “Lord have mercy, woman.” Maisy had never felt sexy in her life. But standing in front of Sawyer’s hot gaze in nothing but her skimpy underwear and boots, she felt sexy as hell.
He looked at her for a long time before he slid a finger under the strap of her bra and slipped it off her shoulder until one breast popped out. His chest rose and fell much faster now, and so did hers. He wet his lips with his tongue, then cupped her breast in his warm palm. He didn’t squeeze. He just held it as if it were something extremely precious. Then he dipped his head and kissed her nipple. Softly. Just a bare brush of lips. Desire rocketed through Maisy and had her moaning deep in her throat.
“Ahh, Maze,” he breathed against her nipple. “I love to hear you moan.” He kissed her breast again. This time, deeper and wetter. She moaned again, but it ended on more of a loud “ahh” when he pulled her nipple into his hot mouth.
Her knees turned to liquid and she had to grab onto his head to keep from slipping to the floor. But he refused to stop his torture. He slid down her other bra strap and gave her right breast the same wet, heated attention as he’d given the left. When she was nothing but a pile of tingling nerve endings, he lowered to his knees.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
He glanced up at her and smiled. “Licking my sprinkles.” With his gaze locked with hers, he hooked her panties and eased them down her thighs. From the moment his mouth touched her, Maisy was lost in sensations so intense she couldn’t breathe or move. All she could do was hold onto Sawyer’s head as he worked his hot magical tongue on her body. He knew the exact pace and rhythm to send her flying over the edge. As she fell into orgasmic oblivion, she cried out his name like a prayer.
“Sawyer!”
He gently brought her back to earth with soft kisses and gentle licks. Her knees finally gave out and she slid to the floor. When she opened her eyes, Sawyer was still kneeling in front of her, but now he wore a cocky smile. She figured he’d pretty much earned it.
She blew out her breath. “That was good.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Good? Good is just like saying something is okay. Men prefer words like phenomenal. Amazing. Mind-blowing.”
She laughed. “Fine. It was mind-blowing.”
He sent her a sexy look that sizzled right through her. “And we’ve only just begun.” He got to his feet and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed and laid her down on the soft, puffy duvet. He tried to remove her panties, but they were tangled around her boots. Maisy started to toe off her boots, but he stopped her.
“Uh-uh.” He untangled the panties and tossed them over his shoulder. “The boots stay on.”
“Are you saying you want to ride me with my boots on, Sawyer Dawson?”
He grinned. “Actually, I thought you’d ride me. You think you’re up for it?”
“I think I can handle it, cowboy.” She sat up and reached for his belt buckle. She much preferred men in jeans than dress pants, but she had to admit dress pants were much easier to get off. Once she slid the zipper down, they pooled around Sawyer’s boots and she was left looking at an impressive bulge beneath the black cotton of his boxer briefs.
She glanced up at him and smiled as she hooked her fingers in the elastic waistband. “Let’s see if you have any sprinkles.”
He didn’t have any freckles. Or if he did, she didn’t notice them when his hard length sprang out to greet her. She took him in hand, enjoying the growling sound he made deep in his throat as she slid her fist up and down his smooth, hot thickness. She wanted to give him the same intense orgasm he had given her, but she only got one deep taste before he drew away.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, Maze. Deep inside you.” He toed off his boots and stepped out of his pants and underwear. He pulled his wallet from the pocket of his pants. Once the condom was on, he joined her on the bed.
It felt so good to have Sawyer’s skin touching her skin. But it was nothing compared to how good it felt when he slid deep inside her. The joining of their bodies didn’t just make her feel good physically. It went deeper than that. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone. She felt like a puzzle piece that had been snapped into place. She felt like she belonged.
Sawyer started to move and the feeling of rightness grew with each deep, slow thrust. It felt like he was building a warm and cozy fire inside her. Each stroke caused the embers to burn hotter and hotter until they ignited and the flames engulfed her. As she reached orgasm, Sawyer thrust harder and faster, heightening the feelings cascading through her. When he groaned out his climax, she hit another high that held her suspended. Drained, their bodies melted together like two drops of hot wax merging into one. They lay there breathing hard with Sawyer’s face pressed into the spot between her shoulder and neck.
She could’ve stayed there forever.
But after only a moment, he rolled off her and got up to head to the bathroom. She should leave now. It would make everything easier. He wouldn’t feel awkward and neither would she. But just as she got up to search for her clothes, he came back. She’d felt sexy just a little while ago in her boots and nothing else. Now she felt like a cheap hussy. She shielded herself with her hands as her face flamed.
His eyebrows lifted. “What are you doing?”
“Uhh . . . I was going to get dressed.”