For You(27)
Author: Mimi Strong

“People suck.”

“That they do,” Sawyer said, running his finger over the lines of the frog drawing. “I hated myself for chasing a married woman, and I got used to that disgust, and now I find out you’re not married, and I don’t know what to feel.”

“Did I suddenly get less interesting?”

He turned to me, his green eyes dark and serious. “You didn’t get less beautiful.”

Embarrassed, I started rummaging in the kitchen cupboards, looking for something to offer him. I had a bottle of red wine Bruce had given me as a housewarming, so I pulled it out and ransacked the junk drawer for a corkscrew, though I was fairly certain I didn’t own one.

Sawyer caught my hand and pulled it toward his mouth. Slowly, tenderly, he kissed my knuckles. He caught me in his gaze and turned my hand over, then kissed my wrist.

My heart fluttered and my head buzzed. This was happening. Right now.

His voice husky, he murmured, “Your daughter’s away for the night?”

I nodded, yes.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Not yet.”

He tugged my hand, looping first one of my arms and then the other over his shoulders. I gazed up at him. His wavy dark hair was still flattened from the helmet, so I ruffled my heads through it, amazed at how soft his hair felt. After all this time, I was touching him, touching his hair, the back of his neck.

“Aubrey, you confuse and confound me. I love not knowing how I’m going to feel from one moment to the next whenever you’re around.”

I leaned forward on my tiptoes, moving my mouth closer to his.

“Aubrey, I …”

Green eyes sparkled down at me, burning the moment into my mind.

His dark eyelashes lowered, and he shifted down, his lips touching mine with what felt like a spark. We were still in my little galley-shaped kitchen, next to dirty dishes, but the whole world disappeared as his lips touched down and explored mine.

At the same time as my lips parted, his tongue wetting the edges of our lips, his hands landed on my waist, pulling me to him and then moving around to the small of my back.

Our tongues touched, and now I was eager for him, burying one hand in his hair while the other rested on the back of his broad shoulder, steadying me as I moved higher on my toes to reach him. My whole body yearned for contact.

His hands, hot and heavy, moved across my back and up between my shoulders. He pulled his mouth from mine with a sigh, and kissed my neck, sucking at the sensitive skin below my ear and jaw, making me aware of the strong, steady pulse thrumming there.

He pulled gently at my skin with his mouth, licking and sucking down the side of my neck, up my throat, and around the other side.

“C’mere,” he grunted, and he moved me with his hands on my hips, over to the kitchen table. He scooped me up and sat me on the surface as if I weighed nothing. Now he was leaning forward, pushing me back, pushing me back with the force of his lips until I was on my back.

He grabbed my legs and tugged me toward him, and I felt his hardness against me, through both of our jeans. Leaning forward, his elbows on the table on either side of me, he kissed my hungry lips, then my throat, and the skin at the top of my shirt.

I’d sworn to myself I wouldn’t do this, and now I was. I’d never been as excited for anything as I was for Sawyer. My hands explored his body, cupping the muscles on his back, feeling the raw power of him. So f**king hot.

He pulled back from my grasp, grabbed onto the hem of his T-shirt, and pulled it off over his head in one smooth, slow motion. As he moved, back-lit by the lights in the kitchen and hallway behind him, I admired the way his muscles and masculine form revealed itself to me. He leaned forward again, over me, the muscles across his neck and shoulders like taut knots of power.

I cross my arms and reached down to do the same with my shirt, but his hands were already there, tugging my shirt up and over my head. I shivered as the air touched my warm skin.

When he leaned over me again, my back still flat against the wood kitchen table, our upper bodies touched, heart to heart, skin to skin. I sighed into his lips as he kissed me again, like a fever.

My knees were up, my feet against the edge of the table, and I used my leverage to rock my h*ps up, pressing them against his body with an urgency that terrified me. His hardness pressed against my inseam as he thrust against me, all while kissing my lips and then my neck. I wanted to tear through our clothes and merge with his body.

As he sucked on my earlobe, I pulled his hand to my mouth and sucked on his thumb. He moaned into my ear as I sucked harder on his thumb in my mouth, my legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

I wanted him so bad, and I didn’t care about tomorrow, or any other day.

My hands went to his waistband, unfastening his button.

He grunted and pulled me back down the table, my sweat-dampened back sticky on the wood surface. As he thrust against me, he pulled down the band of my bra, shaking out one of my br**sts.

I stopped moving and went completely limp as he moved down over my breast with his mouth, licking and blowing air on my nipple. He mouthed my breast, then sucked the nipple firmly, sending an electric jolt through my body. I arched my back, rolled my head back, and moaned. He sucked harder on my sensitive nipple and squeezed the other breast with his hand.

I thought I might die from the pleasure of Sawyer’s weight against me, and his skin. The smell of him was in my nostrils, and I sucked at whatever part of him I could reach. I licked and kissed the tender-skinned inside edge of his forearm as he focused on one breast, and then I dug my fingers into the muscles of his back when he moved over to the other.

Having my jeans on was almost unbearable.

Then he was moving down, kissing along my stomach and around my navel. I closed my eyes and let myself be in my skin, in this moment, with Sawyer unfastening the button of my jeans. He reached under my bu**ocks and tugged my jeans off, but not my panties.

He kissed his way back up my torso, to my lips, as he caressed me through my underwear. When his fingers pressed over that hot, sensitive area, I moaned with pleasure.

As he pressed gently, moving in fiery circles over the cotton fabric, he whispered in my ear, “Is this okay?”

“Mm hmm.”

His fingers moved up again, and then down, inside my underwear at last. His touch traveled down with the grain of the hair and then between those furrows of flesh, slipping along. The sensation was like a searing knife of pleasure, to be touched there. I cried out against his lips as he kissed me harder, his tongue firm in my mouth.

He moved his fingers up and down rhythmically, and my ears began to burn. I was going to come, just like this, any minute.