I slid my hand around the back of his neck, his pulse still racing beneath my thumb. “And I’ve never wanted to kiss you more.”
His smirk faltered, just for a second, as he took that in. Then it came back with a sexy edge to it. “Because I told my ex to go fuck himself before coffee?”
“That helped.”
He laughed, a little breathless and shaky, and I pulled him closer until there wasn’t much space left between us.
“But no,” I said, lowering my voice. “It’s because you didn’t look back.”
Sawyer’s fingers stilled against my chest.
There it was. That was the part he felt, not the fight, not the victory lap. The walking away and choosing himself. For the first time in a long time, Peter had become something behind him instead of in front of him.
He stood there, not rushing to fill the silence, still trembling faintly from the aftershock of everything he’d just said outside. Then his hand slid higher, over my collarbone, his thumb brushing the hollow at the base of my throat.
“I didn’t want to,” he said, and the honesty in his words nearly took me out.
I leaned in to kiss him, but Sawyer beat me to it. He crashed his mouth into mine with heat and hunger, obviously still riding the high of what he’d just done.
His fingers dug into my shoulders and he pushed into me hard enough that I took a step back. Then another. It was hot ashell having him take what he wanted, giving all that adrenaline somewhere to go.
I didn’t mind his letting it all out on me one bit.
Sawyer broke the kiss, breathing hard. “You know what’s really annoying?”
I almost smiled. “Tell me.”
“You stood there looking all proud of me.”
“I am proud of you.”
“Yeah, see,that.” His hands slid down my chest, and every inch they traveled made it harder to think. “You say things like that, and then you look at me like that, and you stand there half naked being all supportive and hot and emotionally competent.”
“Supportive and hot?”
“And emotionally competent,” he said, fingers flirting with the band of my briefs. “Keep up.”
I chuckled, but it died in my throat when his hands slid around my waist and trailed down to my ass. The hunger in his eyes told me exactly where this was heading.
“I spent way too long with someone who made me feel like I was too much. I don’t want to think about him anymore.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then back up. “That’s kind of the point.” He squeezed my ass, pressing our hips together and letting me feel his arousal.
Fuuuck.
“Sawyer…”
“Let me have this.” His teeth grazed along my jaw. “Let me have you.”
I wasn’t saying no to him—that wasn’t even a thought in my mind. He was reclaiming his power, going after what he wanted, and if that was me, he could have me.
Simple. Easy.
Except for the unwanted thought niggling the back of my mind. I could tell him now…but God, the way he was looking up at me, finger sliding along the thinly covered crease of my ass…
“Take whatever you want,” I said, barely getting the words out before he kissed me again, hard and deep, and then backed me up, not toward the bed, but the door.