He dipped his head lower. “Looks like all we have to do now is wait.”
His mouth was so close to hers she could practically feel it against hers already, but he didn’t make the final move to brush his lips across hers. The message was clear, she had to be the one to decide.
Taking in a shaky breath, she tried to reason through the insanity of an attraction so strong it nearly knocked her off her feet. She could push him away or draw him closer. Trust wasn’t just a hurdle for her, it was a hundred-foot-high wall, and yet somehow Sawyer had managed to scale it. Maybe it was just his open, take-me-as-I-am, no-apologies nature or maybe it was that he’d placed his trust in her first, whatever the reason, she found that against all odds, she did trust him…almost as much as she wanted him.
Winding her arms around his neck, she pressed up on her tiptoes until her lips met his.
*****
Sawyer deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue along the seam of her lips and plunging inside her sweet mouth. The press of her tits against his bare chest made him forget about any lingering sting from his fresh tattoo and only about the woman in his arms. Penny wasn’t like the other women he brought home. She was more than the subject of a bet where half a month’s salary was on the line. She was…Penny with her snarky humor and her quick brain and her dangerous curves.
For weeks he’d been getting lost between the legs of women he knew next to nothing about and getting nothing more than an orgasm out of it. Now he wanted—needed—more, and only from Penny.
Tightening his grip on her hips, he pulled her closer so there was no way she could miss his hard cock straining against his shorts, then he tore his mouth away from hers. “You feel what you do to me?”
“Yes.” She grabbed his wrist and slid it between them until she could press his palm to the juncture of her thighs. “The same thing you do to me.”
It was hot and no doubt wet and swollen underneath her jeans. Was she commando or cotton under there? Lace or silk? He wanted to see her in and out of all of it—but later. Right now he wanted her naked with her thighs splayed wide so he could taste his fill as she came all over his tongue.
“Unless you want all of our neighbors to see you naked and coming hard,” he managed to get out before he lost control and threw her over his shoulder caveman style, “we need to take this inside. Now.”
She undulated against his palm, her lust-darkened gaze never straying from his face. “Anxious to get between these thighs?”
“You have no idea.”
She flicked her tongue against his nipple, sending a fresh surge of lust roaring through him. “Tell me.”
“I’m perpetually hard around you.” He slipped his fingers under the hem of her T-shirt. “I stay up at night wondering what you taste like, what you sound like when you come, and what it will feel like when you clench that tight pussy of yours around my cock as I pound into you.” Sliding upward across her smooth skin, he cupped her full, firm tits and glided his thumbs across her hard nipples pushing against the confines of her bra. “I want to fuck the memory of every other guy you’ve ever been with out of your head. I want to leave you sweaty and satisfied but still wanting more. I want to make you forget about everything else happening in your world because all you can do is ride the orgasms washing over you.” He leaned down, nipped at the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder and then gave it a sucking kiss. “I want all of you.”
“Orgasms?” The tip of her pink tongue darted out and wet her full bottom lip before she grazed her teeth across it. “Plural?”
“Absolutely.” Hating to do it, but knowing he had to, he smoothed his fingers back down over her smooth stomach and out from underneath her shirt. Like the kiss, she had to make the call. He could only present his best case.
“You’re so cocky,” she said.
“No.” He curled a hand around the back of her neck, high enough that his fingers tangled in the soft red strands of her hair, and then leaned down and brushed his lips across hers in the briefest of kisses. The disappointed mewl Penny made when he pulled away told him everything he needed to know. “I’m confident.”
Sawyer stepped back, immediately missing the taste of her cherry Chapstick on his lips, the feel of her warm curves pressed against him and the temptation of fisting her hair and pulling it tight as he slid balls deep inside her.
Lust darkening her eyes, she considered him for a moment before hooking a finger into the waistband of his shorts and tugging him toward the door leading inside. “Then show me what you’ve got, big boy.”
Chapter Six
Penny led him through her apartment to her bedroom, the one room no one else ever got to see. In her three years living in the condo, she’d never brought another man to her own bed, preferring to bang and leave from their homes, which made for less mess or stress in her own life. But with Sawyer, things were different. He strutted around surrounded by an invisible cloud of sex pheromones and the intangible promise of possibility.
She didn’t stop until the back of her legs hit the bed, then she released her hold on him. “Take it off.”
“Miss Bossy all of the sudden, huh?” A sexy grin curled up one side of his mouth as he strummed the metal button of his shorts, toying with it.
The move drew her attention to right where he no doubt wanted. The outline of his cock was plain to see as it pressed against his shorts. Thick. Long. Hard. Heat pooled in her core, making her slick and needy for him. The bastard, he knew exactly what he was doing. Then again—she unsnapped her jeans and shimmied out of them—so did she.
“I know what I want.” She slipped her arms inside her T-shirt, undid her bra and let the satin material slide down her body before extending her arms through the shirt again. Her nipples puckered against the thin cotton material that stopped well short of the hot pink satin thong sitting low on her hips.
“What’s that?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.
To see the prize at the end of his happy trail. “You naked.”
“Lucky for you…” He unbuttoned his shorts and lowered the zipper. “I’m in an accommodating mood.”
Springy honey-brown curls peeked out from the opening. She gulped and clenched her thighs. Commando. He’d been strutting around her condo for how long, while free balling it? If she’d known, she would have been sneaking even more peeks than she had already.
“Get on the bed,” he said.
It wasn’t a request and she didn’t care. That little growly tone in his voice made her want him more, but she didn’t give in that easy. The chase—the anticipation—that was half of the fun.
Planting her hands on her hips, she stood straighter and thrust her breasts out. “Not until you’re naked.”
Eyes dilated, his mouth twisted for a second in a way that promised she’d pay for that later in the best way possible. Without saying a word, he flipped off his sandals and shoved his shorts the rest of the way down. The resulting dampness between her legs made a mockery of the entire concept of panties. His cock was fucking beautiful. He was big—not like scary porn star big, but like Fassbender in that sex addict movie big—and she couldn’t wait to wrap both hands around its impressive girth before taking the smooth head into her mouth.
“Get on the fucking bed.” Hunger darkened his eyes and made his body hard and ferocious.
“I don’t know, we might disturb the neighb—” Before she could finish the snarky remark, she was a foot off the ground, her feet dangling in the air.
He tossed her lightly onto the bed, then strode to the edge and loomed over her. “Teasing time is over. No words. Not unless it’s about what you want me to do to that pussy of yours that is so wet I can smell its sweet tang, or how you want me to suck or tweak your absolutely perfect tits, or any way you want me to play with your body or what you want to do to mine.”
“I want to suck your cock.” She licked her lips in anticipation.
A slow smile spread across his face and he wrapped one hand around his dick, stroking it slowly as if to say he’d decide the when and the where of that. “Take off your clothes and lay on your back.”
She’d never stripped so fast in her life, but it wasn’t fast enough. An urgency had taken her over, driving her to a level of wanting she’d never experienced before. It wasn’t just in want of an orgasm. This was different. This was a connection, a coupling, she couldn’t explain.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said half under his breath.
He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Her body responded to his gaze traveling over her as if it were a caress, going wet and soft and pliant everywhere except for her nipples and clit.
“Turn on your side.” He laid down next to her, his face inches from her pussy.
Adjusting his position to account for the height differential, he curved his body so his cock pointed straight at her mouth. Understanding dawned and she bent her top leg at the knee and put her foot on the bed, giving him better access to the one place she needed him to touch now. As he slid his fingertips across her wet folds, exploring and testing her responses, she extended her tongue and licked around his head, making sure to taste the pre-cum making it glisten.