‘Sawyer …’ I breathe out, a lazy attempt to stop this. But my body screams for more. Especially when I unexpectedly feel his hardness pressed against my ass.
He … he wants me?
‘I’m here, Blue. I’ve got you.’ And with that Sawyer wraps one of his thick arms around my waist—keeping his hold on me steady yet soft, like I’m porcelain he wouldn’t dare let break. It lets me melt back into him as he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, still massaging my back while he breathes in my scent. Giving me the intimacy and care I didn’t realise I needed so badly.
Effervescence flurries through my limbs. I’m completely weightless in his gentle grasp, my worries slipping away as his strong body holds me up.
His fingers pulse against my hip and then he whispers in my ear, ‘Your body deserves to be worshipped, Blue.’
He slides his other hand around to my stomach, trailing his fingers so reverently across it, like he can’t quite believe he’s worthy enough to hold me. Tears spring into my eyes at the sensation.
And then he asks, ‘Please can I take care of you, Blue?’
Take care of me.
I need a second to realise what he means. But when his fingers hover at the waistband of my flannel pyjama pants it hits me, accompanied by a hot wave of desire. Heat rushes into my cheeks, my breath suddenly trembling at the thought. Thememoriesof how he once took care of me in his truck bed so well.
I want it. Desperately.
Even if I know it’s wrong.
‘Yes,’ I practically whimper, my exhaustion stronger than my resolve. ‘Yes, please.’
‘Always so well-mannered,’ he purrs into my ear before pressing another kiss to my neck, shivers rushing down myspine in response. ‘I need you to say it, though, Blue. Tell me you want me to touch you.’
I barely manage to speak over how breathless his fingers slowly filtering under my waistband has me. ‘I do … I want you to touch me but …’
He pauses. ‘Blue?’
I wince, embarrassment adding extra heat to my already flushed cheeks. ‘It’s just that it takes me a while. To get … wet.’
Damn pregnancy and birth control messing up my hormones.
‘Ain’t nothing wrong with that, Blue.’ His voice drops an octave. ‘Just means I get more time to play with you.’
Oh, Jesus. The unadulterated confidence this man has is crazy.
And with that, Sawyer dips his hand further into my pants, groaning when his fingers reach where I need him. Where I’ve always needed him. I half expect him to dive further, slide his fingers into me, but he just trails them lightly across my centre, easing me into his touch in a way that has my muscles softening more than the massage. Even if I want this, there’s still a flutter of anxiety in my stomach that he won’t take his time, like Gray didn’t.
But Sawyer’s reverent touch waves all that stress away, especially when he strengthens his hold on me just in time for him to press his fingers against my clit, making my body jolt. A gasp leaves my lips as he begins to circle, winding that pleasure inside of me tighter and tighter. But he doesn’t rush—they’re slow and tender circles, warming me up until my arousal begins to pool between my legs. He swipes his fingers through it lazily, like he’s enjoying it too.
‘Fuck, Blue.’ Sawyer groans into my neck. ‘You still feel so fucking good and soft.’
‘It’s been nine years, Sawyer.’ My voice trembles out with my breath. ‘How can you possibly remember?’
‘Yeah, Blue. Nine years of replaying that night in my head every day. Ain’t easy to forget the feeling of heaven.’
Suddenly, Sawyer presses a finger into me, stars bursting through my body as he fills me. Just as my knees buckle from the pleasure when he curls his finger, hitting the right spot, he spins us so his back is against the fence, allowing him to take more of my weight. I can feel every inch of his hard length against me, and it takes all my self-control not to grind myself back against it.
Slowly, Sawyer pumps his finger into me, cursing filthy words into my skin as I get wetter each time. Heat burns in my core, pleasure rippling across my skin—so intense in comparison to any way I’ve been touched before. I clutch back at one of his arms, feeling the solid, corded muscles of his biceps work as he thrusts his finger into me. My other hand fists the bottom of his jacket.
When he adds a second finger at the same time as he presses his thumb back down on my clit again, I can’t help but call out, ‘Oh God!’
Sawyer lifts the hand that was holding me up and clamps it over my mouth, hushing me. His lips tickle the shell of my ear as he speeds up the pump of his fingers, increasing the pressure on my clit, and he whispers, ‘Gonna have to be the good girl I know you are and be quiet now, Blue.’
Jesus Christ.His words have me wanting to moan even louder.
I whimper under his hand, focusing in on the buildingpressure in my core that is so close to spilling already. My body tenses involuntarily. I’m dangling on the edge of euphoria, and it’s torturous—it’s never built up like this before, not like the quick climax awarded by my vibrators.