"No more." I say against his lips and then lean away, drawing an unsteady breath. "Okay? We -"
His lips claim mine. His kiss isn't the tap I gave him but something more primal, demanding and passionate. It's not the kiss of a man who has no emotions. His warm lips press hard to mine, his velvety tongue sliding between my lips. He tastes slightly minty and of his own elusive flavor. Fire bursts into life at the base of my belly, tearing through me with intensity mirrored by Sawyer's hunger.
He deepens the kiss. Not one to be outdone, I match his passion with my own, my hands sliding behind his neck to pull him more into me. It's then I start to understand the strange tension always between us. It might be partially hatred, but there's a great deal of lust as well.
He nudges my thighs apart, and pushes me onto my back, settling between them. My body melts beneath his. Any thought I might've had about who I'm about to fuck is gone, lost in yearning and pure desire.
I can't help the small moan as I feel his thick arousal pressed to the inside of one of my thighs. I wrap my legs around his narrow hips, my heels settling on those perfect thighs of his, and the hot, aching core of my body wet with desire. The clash of our bodies together, the feeling of his hot skin pressed to mine, the most incredible, strong body resting on top of me … have I ever experienced need this hot and consuming?
One of his palms is moving down my side. I want his hands to touch me everywhere, all at once, to brand me and claim me in a way I have a feeling only he can. I wonder what it'll be like to let him control my body, to surrender to him the way I can't anyone else. Something tells me if anyone can handle a night of wild sex with me, it's this man.
My hands skim the thick, firm muscles of his back and chest in awe and fascination.
My god, he's so strong, so sexy, so perfect.
At the moment, I don't give two shits about why I should hate Sawyer Mathis. Someone who kisses like this is going to be worth a lot more than a night in bed.
His hand reaches my hip and traces the length of one thigh while he keeps me pressed to the ground with his upper body.
Suddenly, he breaks off the kiss and curses. "Fuck!"
Dazed and breathless, I wait a second, not understanding. When he seems to tense, I cup his face. "What is it?" I ask.