Now it’s his turn to be shocked as his eyes widen in surprise. “No shit?”
“I know, TMI.” I bury my face in my hands, but he pulls them away by my wrists.
“I like hearin’ that. That you touched yourself, thinkin’ about me.”
I stare at him, in awe of him and how far he’s come. Not only that, but how he’s willing to let me in. “So, what do we do now?”
His lips part and I so badly want him to kiss me. “We make out.” He fights a smile, but gives in. “Don’t look so horrified.”
“After what you just told me? Sawyer, I don’t wanna pressure you?—”
“You’re not, that’s just it. I want to Nova. With you I want to try, and if that’s too much for you, I understand.”
I place a finger over his lips to quieten him. He hardly ever uses my name like that. I like it. “It’s not too much. I’m honored. I love being with you. I love it when you kiss me, even with your lip banged up.”
He leans toward me, his lips touching mine for a peck. “Like this?”
I want to groan, but I hold it in. “Y-yes.”
“Don’t be put off by what I said. I’m broken in many ways, but you put the pieces back together somehow.”
I can’t even imagine a world where I’d make a difference, much less to this sensitive, beautiful man. I don’t deserve him.
“I’m not put off, I just want you to be comfortable in all things. We can just cuddle if you want, I’m really okay with whatever?—”
“Did I ever tell you that you talk a lot?”
I smirk. “A lot of nonsense?”
“Nope, but you deflect. It’s cute, but I know what you’re doing.”
“I’m just gearing myself up.”
“For my next kiss?”
“If it doesn’t hurt,” I say.
“It doesn’t. I want to kiss you again.”
“I want that, too.”
This time, he doesn’t pull away. My hand rests on his shoulder and his on my hip. His slightest touch has my heart racing out of my chest. Even after his revelation, it makes mecautious, but I still want this. I still want to be the one who makes him feel alive.
When he deepens the kiss, a low murmur leaves me, and I feel it all the way down to my toes. Our tongues touch slightly and it’s enough to have my pussy throbbing. It’s slow, sensual, and so damn good. Sawyer has been keeping this talent hidden, and I’m glad. I want his kisses only for myself.
He hitches my knee over his leg, and I wrap my arms around his neck. We’re still both on our sides, but the heat between us is intoxicating. “Fuck, baby.” He cups my face, and I enjoy the low rumble in his chest. This is really hot.
“Do you want to touch me?” I grapple for words when we part, his lips moving to my jaw, then my neck as I tilt my head back to allow him more access.
“Yes.”
His knee pressing against my pussy is as hot as it is frustrating, any kind of movement and I’m gonna go off like a firecracker. His hand snakes down my shoulder to my elbow.
“Is this okay?”
“You can touch me anywhere, Saw.”
He inhales, and his low, breathy intakes make me shudder. I’m doing this to him. I’m making him feel good. “Are you sure?”