Harley pushed herself upright on the bed. “Crap. I don’t have any condoms, either. And I’m not on any long-term birth control.” She grinned as a solution occurred to her. “But I can go steal some condoms out of Forrest and Misty’s stash.” She could have pilfered some from Jake and Jes, too, but she wasn’t sure where they kept them and it would take too long to find them. “I’ll be right back.”
Giving him a quick kiss on the lips, she hopped off the bed. Her first few steps were a little unsteady as she practically ran for the door, but she covered it well, throwing a little extra sway in her hips so Sawyer wouldn’t notice how much he’d rattled her.
It only took a minute to grab a handful of condoms from the night table beside Misty and Forrest’s bed, but somewhat longer to write a quick note on the pad there, explaining she’d borrowed some and would pay them back later. It probably didn’t help that her hands were shaking so much she had a hard time writing. But Harley hadn’t slept with a guy in damn near forever, and in truth, she’d never wanted a man as much as she wanted Sawyer. It was actually making her nervous.
The second she was out of Misty’s room, she ran as fast as she could down the hallway, refusing to think about the fact that she was as naked as the day she was born. She only prayed she didn’t find Sawyer crashed out on the bed asleep because it had taken her too long.
Thankfully, he wasn’t. In fact, he was still standing there beside the bed, his cock as hard as it had been when she’d left. And if the golden glow in his eyes was any indication, he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It was hard to explain how amazing that made her feel.
Harley slowed as she entered the doorway, not wanting to give away how excited she was at the prospect of sleeping with him. The two of them were perfect for each other. She had never felt so sure about something in her life.
She tossed four of the condoms on the nightstand beside the bed, then moved toward Sawyer with the last one in her hand. He reached for it, but she waved him off, tearing open the foil packet and pulling the piece of latex out, reaching down to roll it onto his hard shaft.
Sawyer slipped a finger beneath her chin, tilting her mouth up for another kiss. Only when they were both breathless did he gently nudge her onto the bed. She rolled onto her hands and knees to crawl toward the pillows, wondering what position they should make love in first. All it took was one look over her shoulder to see Sawyer was gazing at her butt like he’d suddenly found the meaning of life to make up her mind.
Stopping where she was, she stayed on her hands and knees, flashing him a sultry smile. “This work for you?”
That earned her a long, deep growl as he climbed on the bed behind her, his hands tracing their way up her thighs to her hips and then across her bottom. His claws lightly teased her skin, pulling another shiver from her before he slowly moved his hands to get a grip on her hips.
Harley arched her back, resting her face on the bed as she felt Sawyer position the head of his cock at her opening, moaning as he slowly slid in. The sensation as he filled her was unreal, stealing her breath away. The part where he tightened his grip on her hips wasn’t bad, either.
Sawyer stayed buried deep inside her for what seemed like forever before slowly pulling out, then plunging back in equally slowly. And with the grip Sawyer had on her hips, there was nothing Harley could do about it.
“Are you trying to drive me insane?” she murmured.
“Yes” was all he said, the amusement clear in his voice.
Thankfully, Sawyer took pity on her a little while after that, his pace picking up more and more until her whole body was shaking with the force of his pounding. As his hips repeatedly smacked into her butt, Harley slid a hand down between her legs to touch herself, making little circles directly over her clit in time with his thrusts. At the same time, her other hand fisted in the blankets, holding on for dear life.
It was about then that Harley realized she was muttering a nonstop plea for Sawyer to go faster and harder. He must have heard her, if the way he started slamming her was any indication. When he started to growl in time with his thrusts, Harley lost it. Between his shaft inside her, his hands hard on her hips, and her own fingers on her clit, she climaxed again.
Harley cried out so hard as the pleasure hit her that she thought her throat would tear, but she couldn’t stop it. It was like this time was even better than the first, which shouldn’t have been possible, since the first time had nearly turned her into mush.
The climax was just beginning to ebb when Sawyer flipped her over, her back hitting the soft bed before she even realized he’d slid out. She was too addled at first to understand what was happening until he climbed between her legs and slid back in, his forearms coming down on either side of her shoulders and his mouth capturing hers. Harley automatically wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together and squeezing tight. Her arms followed, draping over his muscular shoulders, fingers threading into his hair to keep him where she wanted. She kissed him so hard that breathing—even thinking—was nearly impossible.
After the intensity of her last orgasm, the intimacy of this position, with Sawyer’s strong arms caging her in and his heart thumping hard against her own, was almost more than she could take. And when he started moving this time, the head of his cock touched a completely different place inside her, his muscular body pressing her firmly into the mattress. That was when it got even better.
She broke the kiss, wanting—needing—to look at him. The sight of his eyes glowing yellow gold, his fangs extended slightly over his lower lip, had to be the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
Harley moved with him, squeezing her legs and digging her heels into his back to force him deeper with every thrust. But in comparison to the sex they’d had before, this time was slow and languid. But she wasn’t complaining. After the night they’d already had, she could do with some lazy lovemaking.
Every once in a while, Sawyer ducked his head to kiss her again or nip at her neck and shoulders, his fangs on her skin making her shiver. When she happened to find that particular collection of shoulder muscles she loved so much in the vicinity of her mouth, she naturally returned the favor, biting down on him in a way she’d never considered doing with another man. And when she felt the tingling in her gums, felt him jerk a little as the tips of her fangs pierced skin, she didn’t let herself overthink it.
As the third orgasm of the night hit her, she locked eyes with Sawyer, fighting to maintain contact even as the pleasure made it hard to even think, much less see. The climax continued to grow more intense, lightning burning bright in the bottle of her soul.
Then it all changed and Harley wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream or cry as something more powerful than an orgasm settled in her chest. The sensation didn’t crest and then ebb. Instead, it simply blossomed inside her and stayed there. Suddenly, the urge to hold on to Sawyer and never let go was overwhelming in its intensity.