Semper Mine (Sons of War #1)(71)

“I want to experience every part of you,” he whispers and kisses me. His hand glides down my lower belly to the sensitive hollow of my body.

“Sawyer!” I complain.

My knees part automatically to give him better access to the part of me that’s almost painful with need. His fingers slide into me, and I groan.

“So wet. And here I wasn’t sure if you really liked me,” he teases.

“I do!” I snap breathlessly. “I want to be yours. I’ve never wanted that with anyone else. It scares me, but I want you to have all of me, down to my scars.”

His fingers still, and his eyes travel from my body to my face.

“That’s how I feel. Right or wrong,” I add.

I’m expecting a verbal response. Instead, he kisses me and presses me back, his body lowering onto mine. The heat of his skin against mine and the hunger in his kiss scatter my thoughts, send me into sensory overload, while his arousal tickles the opening of my core in a way that makes me claw at his back and try to wriggle into position.

Sawyer enters me slowly, inch by inch, and I my body grows taut. At no time in my adult life have I ever felt the need to come from penetration, but with him, it’s entirely different.

It’s more than physical. I opened my heart and soul to one man, the best man I’ve ever known, one who makes me want to be the best person I can be, who challenges me mentally and stirs me physically.

It’s knowing he’s seen my scars, survived my pain and born my misguided anger – and still chosen to be with me.

It’s admitting to myself that it’s not only okay to lower my guard to someone else, it’s worth risking everything I am to be loved in a way only someone like Sawyer can love me.

Whatever this is between us, it’s too strong to walk away from, and I never want to make that mistake again.

I arch beneath him, overwhelmed physically and emotionally, unable to control the intense pleasure building in response to his rhythmic thrusting and the friction of our bodies, to the intimacy of being one with him, with Sawyer Mathis. My legs are wrapped around his hips, my arms hugging him as close as possible.

“Come for me, Katya,” he whispers into my ear.

My world shatters, and I murmur his name as pleasure breaks over me, sweeping me even deeper into my senses, filling me with waves of ecstasy and his scent, skin, heat.

He slows.

My eyes flutter open, and I gaze up at him. I’m trembling from my climax and reach up to trace a finger across his lips.

I could get used to this, to lying beneath him and feeling him inside me.

“I want you to be mine in every way, baby,” he adds.

His tenderness makes me want to melt. I breathe in our combined scent. “Do you want to be mine?”

“You pretty much already own me.”

“Really?” I start to smile.

“Yeah.”

“I like that.”

“I figured you would.”

“I want you to make love to me until we can’t walk,” I whisper.

“A good Marine always follows orders.”

I start to smile, when his lips claim mine. Within seconds, it’s like I didn’t already come. I’m burning for him with too much desire to control.

No longer caring about self-control, I drop the last of the guards around my heart and tackle him with every ounce of passion I contain.

***

I’ve never felt so euphoric and happy as I do the next morning. Taking a quick shower, I pull on my bathrobe and glance at my glowing, grinning reflection. It’s the first time since Mikael’s death where I’ve felt … happy. Truly happy.

Incredible isn’t enough of a word to describe last night. Sawyer was more than I expected of any man.

I want you to be mine in every way, baby.

The words, and how he looked at me when he said them, hit me hard enough that I start to tremble in the middle of the bathroom. I balance myself against the wall. My inner thighs are sore, but I’m already growing wet for him once more. The fire that’s been smoldering between us since we met enveloped both of us last night. There were no survivors in our passion, no barriers or walls that could withstand everything we did last night.

“Breathe, Katya.” I recover and comb my hair before braiding it.

Tossing it over my shoulder, I exit the bathroom. To my surprise, he’s not in bed but nearing the door.

Fully dressed, with boots, as if he’s leaving. The small voice that’s been warning me about him being gone in two days is a little louder. I ignored it last night, too swept away in the physical sensations to want to think about not spending another night with him.

Sawyer reaches the door, and I debate whether or not I should say anything or just throw a shoe. I’m not sure why I feel the urge to flip the switch on my anger. Maybe because I’m a little embarrassed about plunging head first into a relationship without knowing if we can have one.

The door opens.

“Captain where-are-you is leaving without telling me where he’s going?” I challenge.

“I texted you.”

Picking up my phone, I check and see he has. “Going for coffee,” I read. “You need shoes in the kitchen?”

“Oh, no. We’re not starting like this.” He closes the door and faces me.

My breath catches at the sight of his handsome features. My face is warm, my body humming with desire already.