The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [59]
“Please.”
Sawyer cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “Wrap your legs high around my waist. That’s it. Now hold me tight.”
His voice was so low and gruff she could barely understand him. She felt him probing, his erection pressing just inside, burning and appeasing, and her heart swelled. She gave a shuddering sob and closed her eyes, but he kissed her and said, “Look at me, Honey.”
It was so wonderful, it hurt. She cried while she stared at him, not out of sadness, but from inexplicable pleasure. She knew she’d probably fallen in love within the first hour of meeting him. She drew her palms down his chest to his small brown nipples and smoothed over them, determined to take everything she could. His expression hardened and he locked his jaw, rocking against her, entering her by excruciatingly slow degrees. She lifted her hips to hurry him along and was rewarded with his harsh groan. His muscles rippled and tightened, and then he thrust hard with a curse.
Honey held on to him, stunned by the shock of pleasure as he filled her. He tangled his fingers in her hair and locked his mouth onto hers and rode her hard. His chest rubbed against her stiffened nipples, his hips grinding into her with an incredible friction, his scent invading her.
She screamed as she climaxed, and Sawyer, still kissing her, swallowed the sound. He held her so close she felt a part of him. He held her and kissed her until she’d relaxed and then continued doing so even as he found his own release, his hold almost crushing it became so tight.
The kiss dwindled, turning light and soft and lazy as Sawyer sank onto her. His heartbeat rocked them both, and still he kept kissing her, easily, consuming her, soft lazy kisses that went on and on.
A noise in the hallway made him lift his head. He stared toward the closed door, and Honey couldn’t remember if he’d locked it or not. After a second of squeaking floor-boards, she heard Morgan call softly, “Sawyer?”
Sawyer dropped his forehead onto hers with a muffled curse. He swallowed, took two deep breaths and said with feigned calm, “Yeah?”
“Ah, I heard a scream. Again. But I’ll assume you’re…kissing her again.” There was a slight chuckle. “Carry on.” Then the sound of retreating footsteps.
Honey wanted to cover her face; she even wanted to blush. She couldn’t manage either one. She closed her eyes and started to drift off to sleep. Sawyer kissed her slack mouth, smoothed his rough hand over her cheek, then rolled to her side. He was silent for a few minutes, and she felt the weight of lethargy settle into her bones. Right before she dozed off, she heard him murmur, “God knows I got more than I bargained for, but I intend to keep taking it while you’re here.”
And how long would that be, she wondered? Two days, maybe three? With Gabe fixing her car and Morgan checking into things, she wouldn’t have much time at all. But like Sawyer, she intended to make every minute count.
In the next instant, she was sound asleep.
SAWYER WATCHED HONEY with a brooding intensity. She’d been here two weeks now, and he’d made love to her at least twice a day. Yet it wasn’t enough, and he’d begun to doubt there could ever be enough. She wasn’t out of his system—far from it. It seemed the more he had her, the more he wanted her, to the point he could think of little else.
She’d integrated herself completely into their lives. She now took turns cooking and cleaning, regardless of how they all complained. Unlike the other women who on rare occasions had visited the house, Honey didn’t suggest they should sit and let her do it all. She didn’t excuse them from duty just because they were male. No, she willingly allowed them their fair share. But she wanted to do her own part, too.
Seeing her in his kitchen cooking made him want her.
Seeing her pulling weeds from the flower beds around the house made him want her.
And listening to her argue with his brothers or coddle his son really made him burn with lust. Dammit. This