I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God.
I don’t know how we made it into the clubhouse, or up the stairs, or if anyone spoke to me because it’s all Sawyer. He sits on the end of the bed and lets me go long enough to remove his cut. I straddle him, pulling back.
“How was it really?”
He shrugs. “Good. I’m bummed we didn’t get Regi, but we still rescued those girls and that’s what matters.”
“So what happens now?”
He sighs, looking weary. “I will do a search on this asshole Forest, now I have his real name, and get everything I can. There are phone records, and no matter how they try to hide them, I can find him. I already looked through his phone, I’ve set up several traces.”
I move to the bathroom, securing the first aid kit. I soak a washcloth in warm water and bring that, too. “Gotta clean you up.”
“Give me some sugar.”
“Sawyer!” I chastise. “You’re hurt.”
“Not as much as those asswipes tonight.”
I level him with a look before he lets me between his legs. “It seems cleaning you up after a fight is something I’m perfecting.”
“You’re good at it.”
I let a few moments of silence pass as I clean his hands. “I was so worried.”
“You don’t have to be worried, babe, I’m here.”
I blink, looking up at him. “But if you get the call about Regi, you’ll be gone.”
He opens his mouth, but no words come out. “It might happen, and soon,” he says. “I have some work to do later.”
“Tonight? Sawyer, you need to rest.”
“I’ll rest when he’s dead.”
“Am I gonna have to get cross with you?” I warn sternly. “A few hours sleep, please?”
He gives me a lopsided grin. “Fine, you win, but I need to shower.” He lifts his eyes to meet mine. “Come with me?”
I nod. “Y-yes.”
Of course, stripping off and being in such a small confined space could only lead to one thing. When Sawyer’s lips meet mine, I’m lost. I want him so much. The idea of losing him tonight was terrifying, and I know he plays things down. Our kisses turn frantic, his tongue invading my mouth as he lifts me and pushes me up against the shower wall. I’m so desperate for him, to feel him, to have him.
“Please,” I whisper. “I need to feel you.”
He strokes his dick through my slickness and I moan. He’s only been gone a few hours, but it’s felt like a lifetime. He juts his hips, rubbing his length up and forth without penetrating, hitting my clit as I hang onto him.
“Fuck, baby,” he mutters. “You feel so good.”
“Make me come, Princess, I’m so close already.”
“You were close when I walked through that door, weren’t you?” he mutters against my neck.
“Y-yes.”
“I’ll always come back to you, do you hear me? Always.”
“I love you,” I whisper as I fall under his spell, the orgasm rolling through me as I cling to him.