Be With Me(90)

Her eyes were glued to his physique.

His muscles rippled beautiful y. He looked almost graceful despite his size.

He popped the button of his fly, hooked his thumbs in the waistband and yanked downward. The blue boxers he wore came with the jeans, baring his engorged c**k to her view. It bobbed free of confinement and stood erect.

He caught her staring and stood there, legs apart, completely unabashed. “Like what you see?” She swal owed and nodded.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

“And if I want you to take them off?” she said lightly.

“Now.”

Alrighty then. His tone brooked no argument, and she was close to panting.

She hurriedly yanked at her jeans, but he stopped her with a look.

“Slow,” he said. “Nice and slow.”

A sultry smile curved her lips upward. So he wanted a show, did he? She crawled up to her knees then stood up on the bed so that now she looked down at him.

With a seductive sway to her hips, she began inching her jeans over her hips, being careful to keep her underwear in place. When they fel down around her ankles, she picked up one foot and shook it free of the denim and then picked her other foot up and kicked the jeans toward the doorway.

Placing her palms at her hips, she smoothed her hands up her body, underneath her shirt and higher, working the material up her chest.

She pulled the shirt over her head and sent it flying after the jeans. Stil swaying back and forth, she snaked her hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. The straps came loose and tumbled down her arms. She yanked her hands back around to hold the cups in place, and then she slowly let the lacy bra slide down her body, freeing her br**sts to his avid gaze.

Unable to resist the temptation to make him a little crazy, she swal owed her inhibitions and let her fingers dance across her br**sts. She cupped each smal mound then worked the ni**les between her fingers.

She let out a smal moan that mixed with his sudden intake of air.

Keeping one hand caressing the puckered tip, she trailed the fingers of her other hand down her midline, traced a line around her navel and then dipped lower to the band of her panties.

Soft as a whisper, her fingers delved underneath the filmy material, through the crisp curls between her legs, deeper into the damp flesh between her folds.

Her middle finger rol ed over her clitoris, inciting a delicate shudder that began in her groin and ended at her shoulders. Her ni**les tightened in response, and she plucked at one with her fingers, enjoying the sharp tingles that erupted.

She locked eyes with Sawyer as she manipulated the tiny nub of flesh between her legs. When she was sure he was solely focused on her, she threw back her head, closed her eyes and undulated her hips in rhythm with her fingers.

She didn’t have long to wait.

He grabbed her wrists and yanked her forward until she fel to her knees on the bed, her body just inches from his broad chest. His fingers stil wrapped tightly around her wrists, he leaned in and devoured her mouth in a ravenous kiss.

“You make me crazy,” he muttered against her lips.

“Good,” she murmured back.

He pulled her arms apart and leaned her backward, fal ing forward onto her as her back hit the mattress. He hovered just inches over her, his body pressed firmly against hers.

He was a man who might scare a lot of women.

There was no softness to him. Big and mean. That’s what he looked like. But when he smiled at her, when he looked at her, there was such a gentleness to him, that it made her chest ache.

Hers. He was al hers, and she reveled in that fact.

He may have been with a lot of women, but she knew none of them had ever owned his heart the way she did. It wasn’t something he had to say either. His actions proved it.

His goatee brushed across her chin as he rol ed his mouth over hers, drinking deeply of her. He tasted, licked and nibbled at first her lips and then her tongue.

His body arched over hers as he drew in his hips to position himself between her legs. He nudged the underside of her thigh with a knee so that she was more open to his advances.

Curling his fingers around her wrists again, he drew her arms over her head then col ected both of her hands in the firm grip of one of his.

Then he let his free hand trail over her face, exploring the lines of her jaw and feathering over her swol en lips. His fingertips danced down her neck, around her col arbone, until little goose bumps rose in his wake.

He traced the slight indention between her br**sts and circled each nipple in turn until it puckered and strained under his attentions.

He dipped his head and tugged on one of the tight little nubs with his teeth. She cried out as lightning chased through her veins. Her br**sts swel ed and plumped, begging for more, wanting his touch, his mouth.

She begged. She wasn’t ashamed of her need.

She wanted more. Demanded more.

“Please,” she whispered. “I want you so much. I need you, Sawyer.”

“Ah, Reggie,” he groaned. “You make me feel as though I’m the only man in the world.” His c**k brushed over her slick flesh as he arched his hips forward. Two more adjustments, and he slid into her in one long push.

She bowed her back and strained against him, wanting closer, wanting more. He was so thick. Every nerve ending in her pu**y was stretched tight, on fire as he rubbed back and forth over her swol en flesh.

He continued to hold her hands with his while his free hand teased and pleasured her ni**les. His hips rocked forward gently, setting an easy pace. It reminded her of the gentle waves on the Texas coast. Warm, soothing, lapping to the shore and spreading along the sun-scorched sand.