Page 114 of Sawyer

“I got no choice,” he says as he sinks inside me the tiniest bit. “Oh, Ava, you feel—” He lets out a sputtering breath and leans his forehead against mine. “So fucking good. Let me. Please. For the love of God, please.”

The pleading edge in his voice turns my heart inside out. I open my eyes to see him looking at me. Grabbing his ass, I push him inside me a little deeper. At the same time, he keeps circling my clit with his thumb, causing sparks to erupt up and down the length of my spine.

The burning pressure in my core builds as he sinks to the hilt. He looks me in the eye the whole time, his pupils blowing out so the blue of his irises is barely visible.

It’s the animal in him, blinking awake. He grabs me, roughly wrapping an arm around my waist so he can control the rhythm of his thrusts as he pulls out, rocks back in. I whimper at the delicious feel of our bareness.

His other hand snakes between us and hikes my shirt up over one breast, then the other. I’m not wearing a bra—I rarely do when I’m at home—so he’s able to tweak my nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

I bite back a cry. I feel myself contract around his length, my orgasm approaching with almost-frightening speed.

Sawyer groans again, this time loud enough to make me say, “Quiet.”

“I can’t,” he grunts, pumping into me.

I flatten my palm over his mouth. “You will.”

His gaze goes feral.

Oh, my cowboylikesthat.

“You best not give us away,” I whisper. “You do, and there’ll be hell to pay.”

In reply, he impales me on a deep, vicious thrust, one thumb on my clit, the other on my nipple. I feel myself coming apart, my pussy fluttering around his dick.

“That’s a good boy,” I pant. “You’re so good at this, honey.”

Sawyer bites my palm. At the same time, he presses his thumb,hard, against my clit.

I come with such force that it literally hurts to hold back my scream.

The bareness, the quiet, the bite.

The dinner, the dishes, the way our daughters get along.

I’m in heaven, aren’t I?

I’m shaking as I come back down to earth. Sawyer pounds into me, grunting against my hand before spilling inside me.

I gasp at the feeling of warmth that spreads through my center. I forgot how messy this was.

I forgot how lovely it feels to be, well,lovedthis way. So utterly and completely loved that Sawyer literally can’t control himself as he adores me. I have to hold my hand over his mouth to keep his yells quiet.

It’s like he wants the whole world to know about us.

I hold him as he catches his breath, pulling away my hand when I feel it’s safe. His forehead is on mine again as he presses his lips to the corner of my mouth.

“Okay?” he breathes.

I nod. “I’m okay. You?”

“No.” He shakes his head. “You won’t be in my bed tonight, so I’m not okay. How can we fix that, pretty girl?”

I laugh against his lips. “Baby steps.”

“I’m ready. You set the pace, but I need you to know that I’m in.”

“We have this weekend. Next weekend. Whatever.”

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