The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [57]
Her hands moved over his bare back, loving the feel of hot flesh and hard muscle. She’d seen more male perfection in the past two days than most women experienced in a lifetime, but nothing and no one could compare to the man now making love to her. Desperately, she pulled her mouth free and groaned out a plea. “Sawyer…”
It seemed to be happening too fast. Her body was taut, her breasts swollen and acutely sensitive. And where his pelvis pushed against her, she ached unbearably.
“It’s all right,” he whispered against her mouth, the words rushed and low. “Let me get this shirt off you.”
Before he’d finished speaking, the T-shirt was tugged above her breasts. He paused, staring down at her with black eyes, and one large hand covered her right breast. His fingertips were caloused, and they rasped over her puckered nipple, around it, pinching lightly. She cried out, her body arching hard. The pleasure was piercing, sharp, pulling her deeper. He soothed her with mumbled words, then bent, and his mouth replaced his hand.
With a gasp, her eyes opened wide. She couldn’t bear it. His mouth was so hot, his tongue rough, and then he started sucking. Hard. All the while his hips moved in that tantalizing rhythm against her in a parody of what was to come. She lost her fragile grasp on control, unaware of everything but the implosion of heat, the wave of sensation that made her muscles ripple and her skin burn, the link between her breasts and her groin and the way he touched her, how he moved against her…
Without thought, she dug her nails into his bare shoulders and she tightened her thighs around his hard hips, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and groaning long and low with the intensity of her orgasm.
After a moment the feelings began to subside, leaving her shaken and confused. Sawyer raised his head, his lips wet, his eyes blazing. He stared at her and whispered, “Damn.”
She shared his sentiments. Shock mingled with sated desire. She hadn’t even known such a thing was possible, much less that it would ever happen to her. She wasn’t, in the normal course of things, an overly sexual woman, and gaining her own pleasure had always been an elusive thing, not a bombarding rush.
He kissed her gently, and all she could do was struggle for breath, unable to even pucker for his kiss. His hand trembled as he smoothed hair away from her face, now pulled loose from the string she’d tied it back with. “I didn’t expect that,” he admitted, still softly, with awe.
She swallowed hard, trying to gain her bearings. A pleasurable throb reverberated through her limp muscles. She could barely think. “Wh…what?”
He touched her cheek and a gentle smile lit up his face. Without a word, he sat up astride her thighs and pulled the T-shirt the rest of the way off, lifting each arm as if she were a child. “You are so damn sweet.”
She covered her aching breasts with her hands, shyness over what had just happened engulfing her. Sawyer ignored the gesture as he looked at her body with an absorption that left her squirming. His hands smoothed over her shoulders, down her sides. He touched her navel with his baby finger, dipping lightly, then flicking open the snap to her jeans.
“I want you naked. I want to look my fill.”
What he said and the heat in his words made her entire body blush. He smiled, then moved to the side of her to wrest her jeans down her legs. “Lift your hips.”
She swallowed her embarrassment and did as he asked, anxious to see what would come next. So far, nothing had been as she’d anticipated, or what she’d come to expect between men and women. Then he took her panties with her jeans, and as he looked at the curls between her legs, she squeezed her eyes shut.
They snapped open again when the bed dipped and she felt his mouth gently brush over the top of one thigh. “Sawyer!”
He reversed the position of his upper body so that he faced the foot of the bed; his arms caged her hips and again he kissed her, this time flicking his tongue out and tasting her skin.