Page 42 of A Captive Situation

We both groaned.

That felt so good. I gasped lightly. The throbbing between my legs was spreading through my body. Racing all the way up, sending sensations through me until my mouth was watering again.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

I hadn’t thought that through when I got up from the couch.

I ground up against him.

“Sawyer. Wai—” he rasped into my ear, his entire body pressing me down.

I didn’t. I lifted my hips up against him again, rotating. I panted. The inferno in me transformed so fast into lust now. Need.

I was aching from a whole different outlet.

I licked my lips because a deep yearning took root inside of me, starting to pulsate at the base of my spine.

I needed this touch. I needed to feel good, for once.

All the pain from the last couple weeks, I wanted it gone. The fear of being shot at. I came to this city despondent. Lost. My spirit had been fractured, but this, here with him—he could make me feel good. He could make me forget. And suddenly, that’s the only thing I was desperate for.

Ineededto forget.

Turning my head, I fused my mouth to his. That taste electrified me, and I groaned, trying to pull my hands free.

I was beyond caring about anything else except the feel of him on top of me.

I gasped into his mouth, “Jake.”

“Sawyer.” Jake lifted his head, tearing his mouth from me as he gazed down at me, his eyes very alert, very focused. “Wha—” He let go of one of my wrists, running his hand down my arm.

My hand shot to his jaw, and I held him.

His eyes smoldered, and for a moment, we scowled at each other.

Need pulsated through me. I could feel it in the air, the pressure was pushing down on us. Everything else faded away. It was only him. Me. He studied me, until he saw whatever he needed. The searching look cleared, another darker emotion slamming into its place, overriding everything else.

He pushed against me, up and into me, and right there. God. Right there.

Pulling my other hand free, it went to his hip. My fingers dug in as he moved over me.

That’s where I needed him.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice thick and hoarse.

It’s what I needed. That’s all that mattered to me. I lifted my mouth up to him for my answer. That was enough for Jake. He took over, opening his mouth over mine, demanding entrance.

I granted it, his tongue sliding inside. And I moaned, my toes curling from how good he tasted.

It was like he was eating me from the inside out, in long and slow bites.

My body was buzzing. My blood whirled.

My hand went to his shirt, and I pushed at it.

He shifted, cursing under his breath. “Jesus Christ.” He caught his shirt, his gaze taking me in, probably seeing the madness that invaded me. Whatever he saw, it had an effect on him. He whisked his shirt off, his movements going fast. His hand slid under my back, lifting me up off the bed.

I’d never experienced that. A man lifting me as easily as he did, rearranging me so deftly. My mouth parted.

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