Page 19 of Forever After Never

“Please, Sawyer, can you take me home? I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I am drunk, tired, angry, and upset.”

The atmosphere is suddenly thick and tense. He doesn’t make a sound at all for the short drive between Alice’s place and mine.

Chapter 19

Autumn

Sawyer gets out of his car and demands that I wait. He comes round to the passenger’s side and opens the door for me, extending out his hand, which I take.

“You might be a complete pain in my fucking ass, but let me walk you to your door.” He glowers at me as he speaks.

“Fine!” I huff back.

He walks me up to the porch and waits at the door while I fumble with my keys.

“Look after yourself, Autumn,” he says with finality as I walk in through the threshold of the house.

“Where are you going?” I ask, and surprise myself when I feel upset that he is about to leave.

“Home, Autumn. Whatever this is-” He gestures between the two of us “- it is never going to happen.”

I am stunned as he turns to walk back to his car.

“Sawyer! Please, don’t leave me tonight.” I lower my voice slightly, aware of the vulnerability in my voice. “I don’t want tobe alone.” I blink, and he is back on my porch within seconds, cupping my face in his hands.

“I thought you’d never fucking ask,” he says with desperation and crushes his lips to mine with a furious hunger as he pushes me through the front door and down the hallway.

I hesitate before kissing him back with as much ferocity. He lifts my leg until it is hooked around his, then runs his hand up the back of my thigh, lifting my skirt higher and squeezing my ass in his hand. Grabbing my thigh, he traces as much of my tattoo as he can touch with his thumb, and my skin prickles instantly.

“God, you are beautiful. This is beautiful.” He runs his thumb up into the hem of my panties, running the pad of it over the colourful artwork on my hip.

My body is on fire. I have thought about how it would feel to kiss him multiple times, and nothing I imagined could live up to this. Sawyer kicks the front door closed and locks it. I place my hands on his chest as he runs his tongue over my bottom lip, then kisses me with passion and greed. The most intense kiss of my life.Everything about him is intense. He runs his hand up the small of my back, up to the back of my head, and grips my hair at the base of my skull, pulling it into a tight fist. Not expecting the sudden move, Sawyer pushes me against the wall.

Well, if I hadn’t been wet before, I was now. I’m surprised it’s not running down my thighs.

“Sawyer,” I say, in a breathy moan, as he catches my words in another kiss. His mouth prevented any more words from leaving my lips.

“Fuck, Autumn,” he responds, and he rests his chin on the top of my head. I let out a giggle. This feels completely forbidden, and I can’t get enough.

“Take your clothes off. Now,” he pants at me. I start to feel slightly self-conscious.

Without giving my insecurities a second thought, I kick my boots off and pull my blouse off over my head. I am standing in my hallway in my bra and black tube skirt, which has now ridden up my thighs. Sawyer just stands there, drinking in my body.

“Wow, you are so beautiful.” He lets out a deep groan.

I take his hand and lead him upstairs to my bedroom. He hesitates slightly.

The aftermath of Alice and I getting ready earlier is all over the floor. Makeup, hair tools and damp towels.

“Get on the bed,” he commands, and I comply.

I walk across the room and drunkenly climb onto the bed. In my head, I am a sexy goddess, but that isdefinitelynot the case. I am uncoordinated and clumsy. As much as the alcohol is leaving my system, I can’t deny that it is affecting my ability to act like a normal human.

“Autumn. Wait. Stop. We can’t.” I see him having an internal battle, and I pause as I slide my skirt and chub-rub shorts down.

“What do you mean, stop?” I freeze in place with my clothes around my thighs.

“I am not fucking you when you’re drunk. Trust me, this is going to be way more painful for me than it is for you. Come and lie down with me.” He groans, rubbing a hand through his beard. His tone is pained.

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