This is what it looks like.
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Nova
We barely get inside the door before our hands and mouths are all over each other. Sawyer cups my face, and I try to shrug his cut off his shoulders.
He grins against my mouth. “Eager, baby?”
“You can’t go around looking like that and asking dumb questions,” I say, but I’m silenced when his mouth crashes over mine and he pushes me back against the wall.
Holy mother of God. This is hunger at its finest, and we’re both pent up, both probably equally frustrated, though I can only speak for myself.
“Cheeky,” he mutters when he pulls back and I whimper when he pushes his dick against my hip. “Got me so hard, Princess. That’s not what best friends are supposed to do.”
“So now I’m your best?”
He does it again and I groan. Lower. I want him to rub me lower. “Ha-ha. You get away with a lot, wiseass.”
“I’ve been imagining what it’d look like you stripping me out of this dress,” I say, pushing him slightly. He steps back, thenI turn, holding my hair over my shoulder. “Would you mind unzipping me?”
The way his hungry eyes skate down my body makes my heart race. His fingers are so gentle when I feel them at my nape. He lowers the zipper slowly, a groan leaving his throat when it’s all the way down. I have no bra on, and a lace, pale blue thong.
“Fuck, baby, did you wear this for me?”
“Y-yes.” My dress drops to the floor.
He crouches down. “Leave these heels on,” he says, and I love the way his gruff voice sounds. Oh, I don’t mind him being bossy when it’s sexy. He presses his lips against one ass cheek, then the other, and words I’d never thought I’d hear leave his mouth: “Spread those legs, baby. I wanna play with this pretty pussy.”
Holy shit.
I swallow hard, my palms flattening against the wall as he fondles my ass cheeks.
“Fuck, baby, I can smell your fuckin’ heat.”
My eyes roll into the back of my head. Then he palms my pussy, gripping it until my eyes flutter closed. “Sawyer,” I whisper.
“That’s it, baby, you always need to tell me what you like and don’t like…”
“I like everything you do.”
He chuckles. “Even so — red, yellow and green work, okay?”
“Safe words?” I muse, then I sober. Holy shit. I’m an idiot. “Sawyer, I didn’t mean to laugh?—”
He kisses my butt cheek again. “Don’t be sorry. I have safe words, baby, but it’s not you, it’s me, remember?”
“W-what are your no-go zones?” I’m panting so hard because he’s teasing. His middle finger circling my clit like he’s got all the time in the world.
“I don’t know.”
“Okay, well?—”
“I mean, with you, I don’t know. I feel like I’d let you do anythin’.”
His words not only fill me with so much love, but they also haunt me. Because someone hurt my Sawyer.My Sawyer.And they can’t take that back.