Page 61 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
I feel him tense, “Shit! Grace, baby, are you okay?”
I nod my head in his neck still having a hard time catching my breath. “Look at me,” he wraps his hand in my hair and tugs my head back gently, “did I hurt you?” Concern replaces some of the heat in his gaze.
“I’m okay,” I say softly, “I just needed a second. I’m good now.”
“You sure?” he asks, unconvinced. I notice his arms begin to shake with restraint.
“Yes.” Then to reassure him, I wrap one leg around his back and raise my hips.
“Fuck!” Clenching his jaw he begins thrusting inside of me with slow, hard, delectable strokes.
Everything about Sawyer engulfs me: his scent, his taste, the feel of his hard body thrusting into mine. And it is the most perfect thing I have ever felt.
“Sawyer,” moaning his name, I arch my back with pleasure, my fingers digging into his broad and powerful shoulders.
“Look at me, Grace!” His harsh demand has me snapping my gaze to his. “Do you feel this, baby? Feel how perfect this is?” he asks, speaking the words I was just thinking moments ago. “No one is ever going to take this from us, you hear me? I will never let anyone fuck with this.” I suddenly realize he’s talking about earlier tonight. “You’re mine, Grace!” he growls possessively, “and I want to fucking hear you say it,” he demands, slamming into me harder.
I gasp, and whimper in pleasure, “I’m yours.”
“That’s right, baby, every sweet part of you belongs to me.”
I still, my heart skipping a beat. He has no idea what hearing those words just did to me, how much they mean to me. It was at this exact moment -after three long, painful years- that I realized I finally did belong to someone again. I belong to Sawyer. I don’t know for how long, but it doesn’t matter. Because belonging to someone, even if only for a short time, means everything to someone who has no one.
Raising my hand, I trace his soft firm lips, “And you belong to me,” I choke out through emotion that threatens to consume me.
I know my words to him probably don’t affect him the same way his did me, but I still want him to know, need him to know, how much I care about him.
His fierce expression softens and he stills deep inside of me, “Yeah, baby, we belong to each other.”
Before I can stop it a single tear escapes, he leans down and catches it with a gentle kiss that has my breath hitching with emotion. “Everything is going to be okay now, Grace, because as long as we have this, nothing and no one else matters.”
So many emotions are plaguing me at this moment it’s almost suffocating. Before I let them drag me under, I bring his mouth to mine, kissing him with everything I am, and everything I feel. The kiss turns from slow and affectionate to fast and heated, without realizing it my hips began to move under him restlessly.
Growling, he tears his mouth away from mine, “Jesus, you feel fucking incredible!” Rising up on his arms he begins to move inside of me, a little harder and a little faster. I run my hands along his body, which is as hard as stone and damp with sweat. I can tell from his flexed jaw he’s still restraining himself.
Reaching up, I place my hand against his heart. “Stop holding back. I meant it when I said I want all of you,” I whisper softly, staring up into his fierce gaze. It is true; I don’t care at what intensity he takes me, as long as it is all of him.
I watch his eyes flash with uncertainty for only a minute before he makes the decision. Grabbing my hand that’s lying against his pounding heart he brings it to his mouth, giving the inside of my wrist a quick, yet tender, kiss before raising it above my head with my other one. “Grab onto the headboard, baby… tightly.”
I do what he says, grasping one of the slim metal poles. He places one of his hands just above mine, and the other under my knee. Then, without taking his gaze from mine, he starts pounding into me with an intensity that steals my breath and has me crying out in pleasure. I now understand why he told me to hold tightly, because if I didn’t I would have slammed into the headboard from the force of him. It’s raw, powerful and perfect. All too soon I feel my orgasm begin to build, but I try to hold it at bay, not wanting this to be over yet.
Sawyer smirks down at me knowingly, “I’m fucking nowhere near done with you, baby, so let it take you, because there’s still much more to come tonight.”
How does the arrogant son of a gun always know what I’m thinkin’? Before I can think too much about it he removes his hand from under my knee and brings it between our bodies, circling my clit, never slowing his pace.
“Oh god!” I whimper. My impending orgasm escalates to a whole new level.
“That’s it, baby, let it come, I want to fucking feel you squeeze around my cock.”
His erotic words have my orgasm crashing into me like a freight train. Ecstasy washes over me and Sawyer was right, I scream until my voice becomes hoarse from it.
“Fucking beautiful!” he growls just before his orgasm takes him. He buries his face in my neck and stills, spilling himself inside of me. Taking my hands off the headboard I wrap them around him, holding him as close as I can. His fast heartbeat pounds like a drum against my own, as we lay in a sweaty, tangled mess trying to catch our breaths.
“Jesus, Grace,” he mumbles in my neck. He doesn’t need to elaborate. I’m glad to know that what just happened between us was as monumental for him as it was for me.
Rising up, he gives me one of his sexy grins then plants a hard kiss on my mouth before pulling out. We both moan and I’m not sure what his is for, but mine is with disappointment, missing the connection of him inside of me. Rolling over, I go to get out of bed and clean up, but Sawyer wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me back against his hard body. “Where the hell do you think you’re going, Cupcake?”
