“You found booze?” she asks, giving an awkward laugh clearly trying to cover her initial response as she takes the tumbler.
Clacking my ridiculous plastic purple cup against hers I tell her, “found a bottle on the counter with a note from Alice that said, ‘Fixed it.’”
The sound of Tessa’s surprised laugh echoes inside her cup as she snorts into it. “Why doesn’t that surprise me? She was upset I didn’t have anything earlier.” Tessa takes a big swig with an audible gulp and hands the cup back to me to set on the side table. Shrugging out of my Cut, I hang it over the back of the chair in the corner before turning back to her. The nervous energy is still rolling off her in waves, but there is an eagerness behind her eyes that tells me I haven’t lost her yet.
A need to ease those nerves, to bring her into this moment with me overtakes me and I lean forward, bracing one knee on the bed. The bed dips under my weight and she looks up to meet my gaze, her hazel eyes wide and questioning. Seeing no resistance from her, I crawl forward until my hands are braced on either side of her hips, my nose barely brushing hers. “You with me Babydoll?” I whisper, my eyes blazing. At the challenge in my voice something shifts behind her eyes, the eagerness replaced with a smoldering heat as her body sways toward me. Instead of the nod or affirmative words I was expecting, my name escapes her lips in a whimper and fuck if that isn’t the sweetest hottest thing she could do in this moment.
With a growl, I capture her lips in a fierce kiss. She melts into me, her lips yielding to mine with a little moan. Pressing closer I swipe my tongue across the seam of her lips, begging entry. Her lips part with a sigh and I take full advantage, diving into her mouth eagerly. My hands tangle in the silken fall of her hair and I press her into the mattress as our tongues tangle. Tessa meets me touch for touch and taste for taste, our legs tangling together as her hands clutch me to her. I lose myself in her kiss, her taste, and the way her hips begin to seek mine.
The feel of her fingers skimming down my spine sets my muscles rippling under her touch. I drop my head to her neck and place open mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, down to her collar bone. Tessa gasps and pulls me closer, her hands sliding under the hem of my shirt as she leans her head to the side, submitting to my attention. The contact of her skin on mine sends a bolt of need through me as I nip along the ridge of her collar bone, swirling my tongue and sucking at the hollow there. She lets out little mewling noises as her hips grind up into me and her back arches pressing her breasts into the solid wall of my chest.
Shifting my weight to the side, I trace a hand down her side, my fingertips brushing the swell of her breast as I skim over her ribs and along the soft tuck of her waist. When I reach the hem of her shirt, I dip my fingers under the fabric and lightly drag my knuckles across the soft skin of her belly, loving the breathy moan the gentle contact pulls from her.
The need to feel her and the desire to savor every inch of her softness rage within me as I flatten my palm against the expanse of her stomach. She writhes under my touch, the muscles of her abdomen rippling under my touch. My need to discover her wins out and I slide my hand higher, pushing the cup of her bra out of my way as I brush my hand across her breast. My palm grazes her taut nipple, skimming small circles over it for a moment before I close my hand fully over her, kneading the soft flesh. The perfect damn handful, firm and yielding, full but not overflowing. I swallow a keening moan as she arches into me, my tongue sweeping into her mouth and tangling with hers.
Her legs spread beneath me and I settle between them, fitting myself against her and letting her feel the effect she has on me as I grind my aching cock against her center through our jeans. Moving back to her neck, I nip and suck at the hollow where her shoulder meets her neck as I take her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and roll it lightly. Her fingers dig into my shoulders and she cries out, arching into me.
Unable to play nice any longer, I push up to kneel over her, tugging at her shirt. Thankfully she is in the same rush and she sits up enough to pull the offending fabric over her head, dragging her bra with it. We collapse back down, and I angle myself to land with her nipple in my mouth. She pants my name as my lips close around her and my cock throbs against its confines at the sound. I could die a happy man if the last thing I ever heard was my name falling from her lips in that breathless, broken voice. Swirling my tongue around the taut peak, I moan as she clutches me tighter, her nails adding a sharpness to her urgency.
“So responsive Babydoll,” I murmur against her skin, then capture her nipple again and roll it between my teeth. Tessa’s thighs, which are wrapped around me, her ankles crossed against my lower back, tremble under my ministrations. With that realization I am now desperate to see if I can make her cum just from this. Switching breasts, I take her other nipple into my mouth as my fingers tease and tug at the one my lips just vacated. She lets out a groan and bucks her hips up against me again, seeking contact, seeking friction to ease the ache building in her. Dropping my hips more firmly against her I grind my cock against her center, pressing the straining bulge in my jeans against where she needs me most.
“Sawyer, god, please. More. I need more,” she pants, her hands slipping from my back and into my hair, both clutching me to her and trying to pull me away, unable to decide which she wants. Releasing her breast, I lean up over her and kiss her before sitting back up and pulling my shirt over my head. The heated, appreciative look on her face as she takes in the sight of my bare chest makes me puff up in ridiculous masculine pride.
“Like what you see?” I ask, with a cocky grin.
“You know I do, you cocky asshole. Now get back here before your head gets any bigger,” she teases, grabbing for the waistband of my jeans.
With a laugh I fall back down over her, bracing my arms on either side of her head. “Oh, I’ve got a big head for ya Babydoll,” I say, grinding my hips into her again. She tries to fight the moan as she rolls her eyes at my horrible attempt at cheesy humor.
“You’re doing a lot of talking for someone who still has his pants on,” she sasses. I reach up and give one of her nipples a teasing flick with my finger and she gasps in mock horror at my action and I laugh at the reproachful look on her face.
“Just for that…” I say, flashing her an evil grin as I jump up off the bed and make quick work of unbuttoning her pants and yanking them down her luscious legs. My mind short circuits at what I find underneath and all I can think is three words.
Black. Lace. Thong.
Fuck me. Tessa was made to wear lace. That perfect mix of sweet and sexy. I let out a growl as I take her in, palming myself through my jeans. She pushes up on her elbows, looking up at me with a shy look, her legs pressing together and knees falling off to one side.
“Oh, I’m having none of that Tess,” I growl, grasping both her ankles and tugging her down the bed, “Come here Babydoll.”
Chapter 17
Tessa
The heat of Sawyers gaze is a physical thing as it roams over me, almost as hot as his touch. Being spread open for him like this, unable to hide anything from him is both thrilling and terrifying.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he slides the scrap of lace down my legs and tosses it to the side.