Page 43 of Liar
Waiting for me? My mind echoed. Sawyer didn’t wait for anyone, and he certainly never waited for a girl. He had a revolving door near his bed, and the girls came and went in a cycle. I would never be one of those girls. I wasn’t like that. Kelsey might be, but she and I were two very different people. Best friends, but we weren’t the same.
“Sawyer,” I spoke once I was able to gather my bearings—and realize Sawyer had taken me up the stairs and to his bedroom— “I don’t think we should.” That was the understatement of the year. If we did…things would undoubtedly get messy. How much crazier could my life get? How much more could I handle?
He released my wrist, moving to close his door, locking us away from the party. The sheets on his bed were rumpled and used, and a part of me wondered if he’d already had another girl in here tonight. It was Sawyer, after all. I’d just be another notch on his bedpost. Hell, by now, he probably didn’t even have a bedpost, after having made so many notches on them. His bedposts were, figuratively, toothpicks now.
“Of course you don’t,” Sawyer spoke, giving me a slow, deadly smirk that set my insides on fire. He took a step toward me, cocking his head, wearing a swagger and an attitude that matched.
Not going to lie, I found him impossibly attractive. The panty-wetting kind of attractive. The thighs clenching of their own accord variety.
Were my panties wet? Maybe. Were my thighs clenching beneath my jean skirt? Again, maybe.
“You always want to push me away,” Sawyer went on, moving around me to sit himself on the side of the bed. I reflexively took a step away from him, but he grabbed my wrist again—this time harder. “And I get it. I fuck up. But you know what, Ash? I’m tired of letting you pull away.” His fingers curled around my wrist possessively, and I’d be a liar if I claimed to not find it a little hot.
There was something inherently sexy about a man telling you that you were his.
“No more,” he added, spreading his knees and pulling me between them. “I’m not going to let you.”
This felt like a weird deja vu moment, but as I stood there, only half a foot taller than his sitting form, I couldn’t help but feel the heat rising in my lower gut, blossoming and spreading throughout my body. His emerald eyes spoke nothing but the truth; even though he might act overly cocky, I could see it in his stare.
He needed me. He might’ve fucked around before, but right here, right now, Sawyer needed me—and I needed him.
Sawyer only held onto one wrist, so I brought my other hand to his face, running it along his cheek, watching as he closed his eyes and turned his face inward towards my palm. The grip on my wrist loosened, but he didn’t let go of me. He was probably nervous that I’d run out of here the moment he did, but he had nothing to worry about.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
His skin was warm on mine, and my heart sped up in my chest the moment my hand grazed the edge of his mouth. Those lips…never had I seen a more entrancing set. My fingers found his chin, and I tilted his head up. His green eyes peeked open, half-lidded slits as he stared up at me, taking on an air of vulnerability I never thought I’d see on Sawyer’s face.
He might act confident, he might walk around like he had a ten-inch dick and knew how to use it, but he was just as broken as I was. As we all were. He was a broken vase; other girls had tried to put him together again, but they couldn’t. Their glue could never fix him. Me? I wasn’t going to fix him…I was going to make him something new. A Sawyer the world had never seen.
My thumb ran across his bottom lip, and he responded by parting those tempting lips, wordlessly inviting me to taste him.
I bent my neck, inching closer to him on the bed, my hand still cupping the entire left side of his face. Our lips met, and it was like fireworks, loud and bright, sizzling and hot. The world faded away around us, and I devoured him. He gave me everything in that kiss, and I took it all like the greedy bitch I was. Sawyer released his hold on my wrist, only to wrap both arms around my waist, pinning me to his sitting form, as if I was suddenly going to decide to stop and run away.
No more running.
This was it.
Time to face facts, and right now the facts all pointed in one direction: Sawyer Salvatore. Never thought the fucked-up party-boy would be my salvation, but here I was, desperately needing him, with a one-track mind.
God, I wanted to rip his clothes off and lick every single muscle I knew was on his body. I wanted to run my hands along him, taking mental pictures as I went. I wanted to not only feel that dick but see it as well.
Short version: everything. I wanted everything from him, and I wouldn’t stop until I got it.
The moment I ran my tongue over his bottom lip, Sawyer took control. My tongue coming into play was apparently too much for him, because he tore his mouth off mine, a wild look in his eyes, and he threw me to the bed beside him, crawling on after me, pinning me down with his strong frame. A growing hardness prodded my upper thighs, and I stifled a moan. It felt like so long since that day at the zoo, when I’d taken that thing in my hands and jerked him off.
Funny thing was, I could hardly remember the details. All I knew was that I’d touched that cock before, and I wanted to touch it again. More, more, more.
His hands roamed my body, above my clothes at first, but then he grew greedy, and I let him snake his hands under my shirt. The moment he cupped my breasts, fingers toying with my hardened nipples, I groaned and arched my back under him.
“Tell me you want me,” Sawyer whispered, his lips brushing against my ear with every word.
“I want you.” The words came out breathless, needy. I could hardly get them out, already out of breath. When he was inside me, I bet I wouldn’t be able to breathe at all, too focused on the feeling of his thick cock filling me up.
God, I couldn’t believe Sawyer and I were finally about to be together. To seal the deal. To do what I’d been fighting against for so long. Honestly? It felt like a long time coming, like this was the finish line for me.
Sawyer’s mouth roamed to my neck, and his teeth grazed a sensitive area of flesh as he whispered, “I want you more.” His hands left my chest, moving south of my waist, fiddling with the button on my skirt before pulling down the zipper.
Straight to business, huh? I couldn’t blame him. I wanted to get right to it, too. This had been a long time coming, and I was so ready for it I was probably dripping.
