Sawyer (Alluring Indulgence #7)(89)
Author: Nicole Edwards

The heated make-out session lasted longer than she had expected it to and the next thing she knew, they were on her couch, going at it like teenagers.

“Kennedy.” The way Sawyer said her name made her body ignite in flame, her body hungry for his, unable to wait any longer.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” she said, her voice hoarse from the desire pulsing through her.

“You’re one to talk,” he retorted, reaching for her T-shirt and lifting it over her head. Once he had it off, he tossed it to the floor and reached for the clasp on her bra. Within seconds she was topless and Sawyer was feasting on her breasts, nipping and sucking until she thought she was going to implode.

Desperate to feel the heat of his skin against hers, Kennedy attacked the buttons on his shirt until she managed to part the fabric, pressing her torso to his, relishing the warmth of him against her.

An excited bark had Kennedy jumping, giggling when Buster decided he wanted to join them.

“Sorry, little man. Not now,” Sawyer said, pushing to his feet and reaching for her hand. “You get to take a nap,” he told the dog, before turning the intensity of his gaze on her. “And you . . . There won’t be any sleep in the near future for you.”

“I’m okay with that,” she replied as he pulled her into her bedroom, closing the door behind them and effectively leaving Buster on the opposite side.

“Clothes. Off,” Sawyer commanded.

Forcing her leggings down and off, Kennedy stood before him in nothing but her panties while she watched, intently focused on the way his muscles bunched and moved as he disrobed.

“Still too many clothes,” he told her, hooking his fingers in the band of her panties and lowering them down her legs. Once she was naked, Sawyer stood to his full height and met her eyes. “That’s more like it.”

“It’d be better if you were touching me,” Kennedy told him.

“I can do you one better,” he stated, backing her toward the bed. When her legs hit the mattress, Sawyer eased her down until she was flat on her back and he was standing between her legs.

“And what’s that?” she asked, curious as to what he considered better than him touching her.

Sawyer answered by placing his lips to the center of her chest then sliding his tongue down, down, down until his mouth hovered above the place she needed him most. He separated her folds with his fingers and then the warm rasp of his tongue made her body soar.

“Sawyer,” she moaned, sliding her hands into his hair and holding him to her as he licked her, driving her completely out of her mind.

“Tell me, Kennedy. What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, pausing long enough to make eye contact.

Kennedy couldn’t find the words to tell him, but she knew from experience that he wasn’t going to let it go. That was one thing she loved about him: he was right there in the moment during sex. Although there had been a few times that were quick and dirty, more often than not, Sawyer wanted her to tell him what she liked, what she wanted, how he made her feel. She could see in his eyes that he wanted that now.

“Lick me,” she said breathlessly.

“Where? Here?” Sawyer pressed his lips just beneath her navel, his tongue gliding over the sensitive skin.

“Lower,” she told him.

“Here?” Sawyer’s mouth trailed a fraction of an inch, not even close to where he’d been just moments ago.

“Lower,” she demanded, but she was met with another chuckle. His mouth slid just a little lower, but not far enough.

“Where, Kennedy? Where do you want me to lick you?”

“Everywhere, damn it!” she exclaimed, laughing as she pulled his hair.

“I can do that,” he said, but instead of putting his mouth between her legs, he eased over her, his lips brushing hers. “I’m gonna start right here. And I’m not gonna stop until I’ve kissed every inch of you.”

Kennedy knew then and there that he was hell-bent on driving her crazy.

But what he didn’t realize . . . She was more than ready for that ride.

FROM THE MOMENT the L word came out of Kennedy’s mouth, Sawyer had been on a mission. It’d taken every ounce of his willpower to make it through dinner and now that they were finished with the food, he was ready to move on to dessert. But he planned to savor it for as long as he possibly could.

“Stay right there,” he told her as he climbed off the bed and headed toward the door.

“Where’re you goin’?” she called after him, but he didn’t bother to answer her.

It only took him a second to make it to the kitchen, ignoring Buster, who was staring at him as though he’d lost his mind—which maybe he had. Opening the refrigerator, he grabbed the things he needed and then headed back to her bedroom, closing the door behind him to keep Buster out.