Page 38 of Sawyer

Casey smiled, a slow, lazy grin that sent another jolt of heat straight to my core.

“I’m all yours,” he murmured.

I leaned in to capture his lips. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, and once again I savored the taste of him.

Casey let out a low moan. Hearing him, need continued building inside me. I slid my hands up his chest, pushing his shirt up as I went, desperate to get it off him.

“Bedroom?” I asked, my voice rough.

I pulled back slightly, my hands still resting on his hips.

He nodded, his eyes dark with lust.

“Bedroom,” Casey agreed, taking my hand and leading me down the hall.

We barely made it to the door before I was on him again, pressing him against the wall as I kissed him with everything I had.

I couldn’t stop touching him. My hands were everywhere—on his back, in his hair, sliding down to cup his ass as I pulled him closer.

The friction of our bodies rubbing together was almost too much, and I could feel the tightness in my jeans becoming unbearable.

Somehow, we made it to the bed, and I pushed Casey down onto the mattress.

Following him down, I straddled his hips. My hands were on his shirt now and he decided to help me along.

Then I took off my own shirt and tossed it aside before leaning down to kiss Casey again.

I groaned, the feel of his bare chest against mine making my head spin.

I needed to touch him, to feel every inch of his body against mine, and my hands roamed over his back, tracing the lines of muscle as I pulled him closer.

Casey broke the kiss long enough to reach for the button of my jeans, his fingers deftly undoing it before he slid the zipper down.

I pulled my jeans off, tossing them aside. Casey did the same.

The sight of him, bare and beautiful, was almost too much, and I had to bite back a groan as he pulled me down to kiss me again.

I slid my hands down his chest, his ribs, dipping lower, teasing him. I could feel the heat of his body and realized I needed more—I needed him.

Moving my hands lower, I cupped Casey’s ass and pulled him closer. The feel of his hard cock rubbing against mine made me growl in anticipation.

I grounded against Casey, the friction almost too much to bear.

“Sawyer,” Casey breathed, his voice rough with want. "I need you."

I pulled back slightly, and looked down at my human.

“Same here,” I told him, leaning down to kiss him again.

He groaned into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his thickening cock, loving the sound of his gasp.

I stroked his dick slowly, my touch firm and gentle.

The scar on his arm surfaced in my mind again, and I decided I wanted Casey to completely forget about the ex that hurt him.

"Please," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

I pulled him closer, needing more—needing everything. Still stroking his cock, I kissed him again.

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