Page 59 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
As soon as my body collides with his, his mouth crashes down on mine. I gasp, stunned only for a second before my fingers wind in his hair roughly, holding his mouth to mine. He cups my ass, lifting me up, and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. He thrusts his tongue in my mouth the same time he slams me up against the wall. Our kiss is punishing: it’s raw, desperate and angry. My tears mix in with the sweet hot taste of our desire as our tongues tangle fiercely.
I nip sharply at his bottom lip, which causes an animalistic growl to erupt from his throat. I heave for breath when he rips his mouth away and rests his forehead against mine, “Tell me this is okay, baby; tell me, Grace, that you need me just as fucking bad as I need you.”
I think about it for only a second, I’m still angry but I need him more, so much more.
“Yes, this is okay. I need you so much, Sawyer,” my words come out more vulnerable than I want them too.
My response has another growl escaping him. “You are fucking mine. Do you hear me, Grace? Mine and only mine.” His green eyes blaze with fire and are wild with lust. I moan when he slams his hard cock where I ache for him the most.
“Say it! I want to fucking hear you say it!”
Right now I am willing to tell him almost anything he wants to hear, but before I can say those words to him, to solidify whatever this is, I have to know one thing first: “And what about you, Sawyer? Are you mine?”
Some of the wild eases in his eyes and is replaced with something else, something softer, “Yeah, baby, I’m yours. You fucking own all of me, Grace. You owned me before I even knew you.” My breath seizes in my chest, making it hard to breathe. His words didn’t make much sense but I believed them because they dripped with so much sincerity it was impossible not to. “Just like I own your ass, every sweet fucking inch of it, and I’m going to show just how much right now.”
He keeps me pinned against the wall with his hips then reaches for the bottom of my sweater. I raise my arms as he pulls it from my body. Before it’s even fully off me he has the front clasp of my bra unsnapped and my breasts spilling free. His mouth immediately latches to one aching nipple while his hand tweaks and torments the other.
I throw my head back and cry out as sensations light my body on fire, having me craving more. My fingers clench the back of his shirt, trying to drag it up, “Take this off, I want to feel your skin against mine.”
He groans around my breast before unlatching his mouth, then, before I can finish bringing his shirt up, he reaches behind him with one swift pull and it’s gone. His hands go to my ass again as he crushes his hard, naked chest against mine. Our moans mingle in the silence as electricity rushes through every nerve of my body. It was something I have never felt before.
His face buries in my neck, “Jesus christ, your skin is so fucking soft.” I whimper and grind against his erection. His hands move down to my boots and starts unzipping them while his hard body keeps me pinned against the wall. My hands roam across his strong sculpted back, feeling the raised and puckered skin of his scars, ones that don’t belong on a man as beautiful and honorable as this one.
Once my boots fall off, he places my feet to the ground and drops to his knees in front of me. He presses a tender kiss to my stomach that has my heart swelling with emotion. I run my fingers through his hair affectionately, holding his head against me as he trails his soft warm lips along my heated skin. His hands move to the waistband of my pants. He pulls them down and off my legs so I’m left standing in nothing but my black lace panties. “Jesus, you’re fucking sexy,” he whispers roughly, his mouth only an inch from my aching center. His hot breath hits the lace of my panties, causing a delicious shiver to travel through my body. My fingers tighten in his hair, and on their own accord, I try bringing his mouth against me.
He resists against my pull and looks up at me with a smirk, “You want my mouth, don’t you, baby? Want my tongue buried deep in your pussy again?” His erotic words has me moaning and thrusting my hips towards his face.
“Answer me, Grace!”
“Yes I want it, I want it so badly,” I whimper desperately.
“And I’m going to give it to you, baby, because I want that too. I want the scent and taste of your sweet pussy all over my face.” He hooks his finger in the center of my panties and runs it through my wet slit, causing slight shock waves to travel through me. “Always so fucking wet for me,” he groans, then inserts his finger deep inside of me, “I hope you’re ready, baby, because tonight, Grace, I am going to kiss, taste and fuck every inch of your sweet body. I’m going to bring you so much fucking pleasure your voice will go hoarse from screaming with it.”
Oh god! I already feel like screamin’.
He pulls his finger out and shoves it in his mouth. A loud, primal growl erupts from his throat just before he grabs the edge of my panties and rips them from my body. I gasp and barely have time to register it before his mouth buries in my hot, wet flesh.
I cry out and my knees go weak from pleasure. Before they can completely give out on me Sawyer’s hands go to the back of my thighs and he throws them over his shoulders so I’m straddling his face. My back braces against the wall, and my fingers wind in his hair tightly as he devours me.
