“I definitely love what you’re doing,” she said, her voice rough with arousal, “but you need to get me naked and in bed—now.”
The demand earned her a growl and his eyes swirled deeper gold. A split second later, he tugged her away from the wall and up into his arms, then tossed her on the big bed. She was wrestling with the buttons on her jeans before she’d even stopped bouncing.
Sawyer worked feverishly at his jeans right along with her, a task made more difficult by the hard-on he was dealing with and the fact that his claws were partially extended. Knowing she was causing both reactions had Harley feeling pretty proud of herself.
She won—who knew it was a competition?—getting undressed first. Then she leaned back on the plump pillows, enjoying the show as he finally managed to get his jeans off. The wait to see him completely naked had certainly been worth it.
Sawyer was perfect.
Actually, now that she thought about it, he put the term perfect to shame.
Those scrumptious abs she’d seen before continued below the belt line, combining with the muscles of his hips in a V shape that naturally led her eyes downward to the rest of his angelic form. His legs were long, lean, and muscular and his shaft was so thick and hard she didn’t know whether to weep with joy or sigh in amazement. Both seemed appropriate.
Sliding off the king-size bed, she dropped to her knees in front of him. He started to open his mouth to say something, but Harley hushed him by reaching out to wrap her fingers around his hard shaft and tugging him a little closer.
They both moaned in unison as her mouth came down to engulf the head of his cock. She tried to keep the smile off her face as he let out a string of very British curse words. Marveling at how good he tasted, she moved her mouth up and down his shaft.
Harley took her time, alternating between taking him deep and teasing the tip with her tongue. She paid attention to the way he reacted to what she was doing, remembering all the places and ways he liked to be touched, praying she’d have a chance to do this again.
She sighed in pleasure as he weaved his fingers in her long hair, the tips of his claws surprisingly soothing against her scalp. What he was doing felt so good, she could do this for the rest of the night.
Sawyer didn’t give her the chance, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet just when it seemed like things were getting interesting. She was about to complain, but the kiss he laid on her then made all rational thoughts slip away before they could form properly. His big hands came up to cup her breasts, massaging lightly as he tweaked her nipples. She gasped against his mouth, those wonderful, little sparks running from where he was touching her straight down to the center of her core.
Between his kisses and the attention he was paying to her breasts, Harley barely noticed when one of his hands glided lower, his long fingers gently urging her legs apart.
“Yes, right there,” she breathed as those fingers slid along her wetness, grazing her clit and then the opening of her pussy. She wasn’t sure which one she wanted him to pay more attention to right then. It had been a while since she’d been touched like this, and if he spent more than a few seconds on her clit, she’d explode right where she stood.
Not that there was anything wrong with exploding. She enjoyed it immensely and would be thrilled if Sawyer had her doing it a few times tonight. And as for orgasming while standing up…well…there was a first time for everything.
Fortunately—and unfortunately—he avoided the sensitive, little bundle of nerves, instead sliding two fingers into her wetness, teasing her and then backing off.
Torn between kissing him and wanting to watch, she finally—reluctantly—dragged her mouth away from his to watch Sawyer’s face as he fingered her, loving the expressions he made every time she gasped with pleasure. His eyes glowed brighter than ever, giving her the impression he liked making her feel good. Or at least hearing her make sexy, little whimpers of ecstasy.
Sawyer moved a little to the side, slipping his free arm down and around her. When the two fingers inside her curled up slightly to caress that perfect place, she was glad he was holding on to her. If not, she probably would have collapsed when her knees started to go weak.
The tingles began deep inside her, building quickly, and Harley knew she was going to come. But when Sawyer began grinding the heel of his palm against her clit at the same time, the pressure deep in her core became intense and even breathing was difficult.
“Oh, Sawyer,” she whispered, leaning into him, letting him hold her up completely as she buried her face in his shoulder, losing herself in his scent and giving herself up to him. “Don’t ever stop, I’m begging you.”
“I got you.” His warm voice rumbled in her ear, as arousing as his touch. “Just let go and fall.”
She did, screaming as the orgasm rushed up so fast it took what little breath she had left right out of her lungs. Waves that were more like electrical currents than water washed over her, making every inch of her body tingle and spasm, white light filling her vision. Some distant part of her mind knew she’d never come this hard before, that it was Sawyer’s perfect touch making it possible.
Then she stopped thinking completely and simply melted as Sawyer continued to caress that place inside her, the hand making rhythmic circles against her clit drawing out the tremors until insanity seemed likely. Orgasms this good had to be illegal. Or at least only offered via a prescription. This kind of pleasure available over the counter would become addicting.
Harley was a complete weak-kneed noodle by the time Sawyer was done with her. She would have been doing her best imitation of a puddle on the floor if his arm hadn’t been around her. She was equally grateful when he slipped the other one behind her knees and scooped her up to place her on the bed. Then he leaned over her, kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear in a lazy fashion as she attempted to regain control of her arms and legs.
In all honestly, if she could move at the moment, she’d almost certainly be climbing on top of Sawyer and riding him like an attraction at Disney World. Though maybe it was just as well she was too wiped out right now. She wasn’t sure if she could handle another orgasm right away.
Okay, that was probably a lie. She was always up for more orgasms. They were like pizza. Good anytime of the day or night and impossible to have enough of.
“As much as I’d love to be inside of you right now,” Sawyer whispered in her ear, making her shiver, “I think we might have a problem.”
She opened her eyes and gave him a lazy look, praying he was messing with her. “What’s wrong?”
Sawyer’s breath was warm on her slightly sweat-slicked skin. “I don’t have any condoms with me, so unless you do—or you’re on some kind of long-term birth control—I think we’ll have to skip that particular activity. There are still a lot of other things we can do.”