Sawyer (Alluring Indulgence #7)(59)
Author: Nicole Edwards

In that moment, all thoughts fled, and the only thing Sawyer could focus on was how damn sweet she tasted. She went from defensive and rigid to fire in his arms, pulling him closer, but not close enough. Sawyer wasn’t sure he could get close enough to her. Not unless he was buried to the hilt in her sweet body. Only then would he be able to think straight.

Sawyer slid his hands into her hair, tangling his fingers into the long silky strands, tilting her head back so that he could control the kiss. He focused on her mouth, teasing, tasting, tormenting until the next thing he knew, Kennedy had pulled his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, her cool fingers sliding beneath his shirt and over his hot skin. A shudder tore through him, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans as the need to take her right there against the wall was nearly more than he could bear.

“Kennedy,” he said her name in warning as he pulled back, but then her mouth was on his neck, her teeth nibbling, and he knew that if she kept that up, he was going to nail her to the wall.

When she attempted to unbutton his shirt, fumbling, he was just about to help, but then she did the sexiest thing he’d ever seen: she pulled the two sections, sending buttons scattering to the carpet beneath their feet.

“Fucking hell,” he growled, pulling her head back and devouring her mouth once more while she shoved his shirt over his shoulders. She didn’t make it far because he was still holding her head, but that didn’t stop her from raking her nails over his skin. He was caught up in a firestorm of sensation, leaving him damn near mindless as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, sliding it alongside hers. He couldn’t get enough.

He wasn’t sure that he would ever get enough.

KENNEDY HAD NO idea what had come over her, but in her entire life, she had never wanted a man the way she wanted Sawyer. She had always prided herself on her self-control, but right there in her living room, she was losing every precious ounce, giving it right up just so she could touch this man. His skin was smooth and hot against her fingertips as she trailed over the hard planes of his chest, moving downward until she encountered the buckle on his belt. It didn’t take long before she managed to free it and the button on his jeans, having less difficulty than she’d had with his shirt.

The only thing she could think about was getting him inside her. Now. Not five minutes from now. Right this fucking minute. Forcing his zipper down—with as much care as she could muster—Kennedy pushed her hands inside his boxers and found the hard, thick length of him. She inhaled sharply, which only had Sawyer pulling his mouth from hers. She didn’t want him to move, didn’t want him to stop kissing her, but now she couldn’t get past the rigid erection she held in her hands. He was . . . Mother of all things holy, the man was huge, and she suddenly started having second thoughts.

“Don’t stop, Kennedy,” Sawyer said breathlessly, as though he could read her mind. “Stroke me. Fuck, that feels good.”

Kennedy pressed her mouth to his chest, licking him, tasting him. All the things she’d dreamed about doing to this man were coming to fruition right there against the wall in her living room and she was so desperate for him, she wasn’t even sure what she was supposed to do next.

Somehow, while she continued to stroke his hot, smooth length, she toed off her boots. Sawyer helped her out by undoing the button on her jeans, then lowering them over her hips, then down her legs. She didn’t even care that they were both half-dressed, she stepped out of her jeans, kicking them to the side as she pulled him to her.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, her mouth sliding back up to his. “Right here.”

Sawyer’s hand left her body and his jeans were pushed down his hips. She heard the crinkling sound of a wrapper and she realized he had somehow had the good sense to retrieve a condom—from where, she wasn’t sure, and she really didn’t give a shit. The next thing she knew, Sawyer had lifted her leg against his hip, one hand wrapped beneath her knee as he used his other hand to move her panties to the side and guide his erection to her entrance. Without finesse, he slammed inside her, sending a torrent of sensation rocketing through every dormant nerve ending inside her.

“Oh, God, yes,” she cried out, trying to get his mouth on hers, but he held himself back, looking down at her.

A deep, rumbling growl erupted from his chest as he held himself still briefly. Not wanting him to stop, Kennedy reached around and gripped his ass, digging her fingernails into the hard muscles, pulling him closer.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she pleaded.

“Kennedy.” The way he said her name had her trying to grind against him, but unable to move because he had her pinned to the wall.