Page 54 of Heartsmashed
Apparently I wasn’t the only one, because Sawyer angled his head, diving in deeper, digging his fingers into my chest before sliding them up to wrap around my neck.
God, he tasted so good.Feltso good. He fit perfectly in my arms, and I wasn’t going to stop and think about why that was dangerous.
A piercing wolf whistle rent the air, followed by Rome shouting, “Get a room!”
Sawyer groaned, and I had a feeling he’d flipped his brother off, because I heard Rome’s laughter as it disappeared in the opposite direction.
But he was right. We really should get in the room, and when I pulled back, Sawyer said, “We should?—”
“Yeah.”
That was all that needed to be said as we made for the cabin, fully aware we were about to make things significantly more complicated than they already were.
The door barely had time to shut behind us before Sawyer was pushing me back against it, his mouth finding mine again. I reached for his ass, pulling him in closer as the kiss deepened, shifted, and we lost what little restraint we’d had outside.
“Your outfit,” he murmured against my lips, tugging at the jacket knotted at my waist, “has got to go.”
“Yours first.”
“Deal.”
His mouth crashed down on mine as he unbuckled the overalls, and I quickly worked the jacket loose. Fabric dropped at our feet and I started on the buttons of his shirt, undoing them with fast, precise fingers.
But there were a hundred of them, and we were both impatient.
“Just rip it,” he said, breathless as he nipped at my lips.
I did just that, tearing the rest of the shirt open, sending buttons scattering across the hardwood. He grinned as I pushed the material off his shoulders, his hands already reaching for my tank, pulling it up out of my track pants. I had it off in record time, and then my mouth was on his again as I backed him toward the bed.
We held on to each other, stumbling a bit in an effort to kick our shoes off as we moved across the room. Now that we were finally alone, all that sexual tension that had been simmering had finally exploded, and I needed to get more of Sawyer.
His legs hit the bed and we both fell onto it, Sawyer on his back, me on top of him. His hand trailed down to my ass and he groaned.
“No, not the pants,” he said, trying to yank them down my hips.
I sat up, pushing them off, but the material had molded to my skin at some point during the night. I got to my feet, shoving them off me, and when I’d kicked them aside and straightened, Sawyer sat up on his elbows, mouth parted.
“Fuck,” he said softly, swallowing as his eyes trailed down my body, where a thin pair of boxer briefs struggled to contain my erection. “You’re perfect.”
He obviously hadn’t looked in the mirror lately. Spread out on the mattress, chest heaving, staring up at me with fuck-me eyes, Sawyer Montgomery was hotter than any fantasy I could remember having. His body was long and lean, with legs for days—and a stiff dick punching through his briefs and begging for my mouth.
I crawled up the mattress between his thighs, skimming my nose over his erection and breathing him in deep. God, he wasfucking mouthwatering, and the amount of control it took to keep moving up his body was incredible.
“You,” I said, caging him in with my arms on either side of his body as I looked down, “are a goddamn dream.”
His lips parted, eyes a little dazed at my words, but he needed to believe it. Needed someone who would worship him and his body the way he deserved.
“One you’d like to touch?” he asked, his hand moving between us. He dragged his fingers over my covered dick, and it jerked, liking that a little too much.
I leaned into his touch, lowering my mouth back down to his to nip at his lips, “Touch. Kiss. Fuck.”
“Oh my God,” he said on a sigh, arching his head back as I kissed and sucked my way down his throat. “I want that.”
His fingers curled around my cock, stroking me in a way that had my eyes nearly rolling back in my head.
“Sawyer.” I stole his lips again, diving deep inside that sweet fucking mouth, tangling my tongue with his. Reaching down, I grabbed hold of his thigh and hiked it up by my hip; his hands disappeared from between us so I could grind my dick over his.
He sucked in a breath—or should I sayourbreath, since our mouths were fused in a scorching kiss that set me on fire.
