Sawyer (Alluring Indulgence #7)(60)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“Fuck me, Sawyer. Damn it.”

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice coarse and so sexy, she could hardly comprehend what he told her.

When her eyes met his, Sawyer thrust his hips forward, burying himself as deep as he could go, and she cried out again, the intensity overwhelming her. So good.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he insisted and only then did she realize she had.

Forcing her lids open, she stared back at him. The rough sensuality in his gaze was something she’d only imagined seeing, yet there it was, focused intently on her.

Sawyer lifted her leg higher, making her go up on her toes as he withdrew slowly, then slammed back inside her, an eruption of sensation coalescing in her core. The waves of ecstasy began to build as he drove into her over and over. As long as she kept her eyes locked with his, he gave her what she wanted until she couldn’t breathe for the sheer intensity of the orgasm that was building to a crescendo.

“I’ve dreamed of watching you come, Kennedy,” Sawyer growled, the words only further fueling the overwhelming desire crashing through her.

“Sawyer. Oh, God, Sawyer.” Unable to keep her eyes open, Kennedy’s head fell back against the wall as she screamed, her release tearing through her, more intense than anything she’d ever felt before.

“That’s it, darlin’. Fuck yes.” Sawyer’s hips continued to piston forward and even as she came around him, he didn’t stop, never slowing until another orgasm was building, this one possibly stronger than the first.

“Yes, baby. Come for me again. Milk my cock, Kennedy.”

His harsh words were too much and she came again, just as he instructed. This time, his body stilled while he was buried to the hilt inside her, his muscles going rigid, his ass flexing beneath her fingertips as he came inside her, his release setting off mini-explosions in its wake.

His big body leaned into hers. She welcomed the weight of him because for the first time in her life, she needed something to ground her for she feared she would slide to the floor in a puddle. But more importantly, she needed something to hold on to because she was scared shitless that what she’d felt for this man had only been cemented further after that incredible encounter.

chapter FIFTEEN

Sawyer had never kept a running count of the women he’d been with, but he knew for a fact that nothing—absolutely nothing—had ever felt as good as having his dick lodged deep inside Kennedy’s slick heat. As it was, he wasn’t sure he could walk, not after that.

So, instead of trying, he just stood there, leaning against her, knowing damn well that he was crushing her between him and the wall but he couldn’t find the strength to move.

“Are you okay?” he asked when he managed to catch his breath.

“Yes,” she said softly, her fingernails still digging into his ass, holding him to her. He was still hard, which surprised the shit out of him, but he knew he needed a minute—hell, maybe twenty—in order to recover.

“That was . . .” Sawyer could hardly speak although his breathing was beginning to resume a normal pace. “That was fucking amazing.”

“I can’t argue with you there,” Kennedy said, her hands slowly sliding up beneath his shirt, caressing the skin of his back. Yeah, they were still clothed. Or mostly anyhow.

“I think I’m gonna have to sit down,” he told her.

“Me, too,” she mumbled. “Should we just go to the floor?”

Her sexy chuckle made him smile. “I was thinkin’ more like we move this to your bedroom.”

Kennedy’s hands stilled on his back and Sawyer realized immediately what he’d said. However, if she thought he was leaving, she had another thing coming. He didn’t know everything there was to know about the sweet woman in his arms, but he knew for a fact that she wasn’t the fuck-and-run type of woman. But, even if she was, Sawyer wasn’t about to walk away.

It’d taken him damn near a lifetime—or at least it felt like it—to get to this point and he wasn’t about to let it go. If he left, she’d have too much time to think and there was no telling what she would come up with in that pretty little head of hers.

So, she was stuck with him for the time being.

He managed to separate himself from her, removing the condom and then glancing around for a garbage can.

“Kitchen,” she told him.

“Gotcha.” He righted his jeans and then disposed of the condom before returning to find Kennedy still leaning against the wall. “Come on, darlin’,” he whispered, admiring how tousled she looked after that little encounter. “Bedroom.”