His hands are either side of me in an instant, caging me in against the island. The cold surface presses into my back as I peer up at Sawyer, at the way his chest heaves, stretching his already too-tight Christmas pyjama shirt that is definitely a size too small for him. It seems I underestimated his broadness.
Though, I’m not complaining, the material emphasisesplenty of ridges and dips across his stomach, while the red colour brings out the gold undertones of his tan skin and dirty blond hair. I think he might’ve been right when he said he can pull off anything, because Sawyer Nash is sexy as hell in Christmas pyjamas. Which is heightened even more by how much he cares for my son.
Sawyer cautions me with strained words, ‘You’re playing with fire here, Blue.’
There’s barely a few inches between us and I need that distance closed. ‘Why?’
He dips his head closer, hot breath and moustache tickling my ear as he says in a rough whisper, ‘Because you’re going to drive me crazy and make me wanna fuck you right here in the kitchen when your family is upstairs.’
My lips pop open, not at his filthy admission, but at the desire that instantly slices through me. The need that screams,do it, please, inside of my core. The darkness of the room, the scandalous nature of the suggestion—it beckons me with a crooked finger.
Okay, note to self, brandy makes me horny.
‘I can be quiet,’ I suggest, letting my fingers toy with the hem of his pyjama shirt. I’m not sure he understands how sexy it is that he chose to put these on despite how garish they are. The backs of my nails graze his toned abdomen, making the muscles tighten. Even in the dim firelight I can see where he strains against his pants, and it has my mouth watering.
Sawyer groans quietly as I filter my fingers under his top, feeling out the ridges in his hard muscles. He’s so strong. So stable. Everything I could ever want.
‘Blue, please,’ he begs. ‘You’re killing me.’
My mind swims with mirth and desire, too easily led by them both to worry about consequences. This is what he does to me—lets me follow my desires freely without judgement. I don’t have to hold back, don’t have to fear being judged when I haven’t had the chance to experiment with what I like.
I whisper, batting my lashes up at him, ‘I remember a time when you were all about breaking the rules.’
He spins me around then, pinning me in place against the counter with his hips, hard erection pressing into my ass. One hand grips my hip, fingers digging into the flesh, while the other sweeps my hair behind my neck, letting him press a hot kiss there. Shivers swarm my body.
‘This what you want, Blue?’
‘Yes …Daddy.’
‘Fuck,’ Sawyer grits out before raking his teeth across the column of my neck.
I can’t help the gasp that escapes, and I throw my hand over my mouth. Sawyer’s deep chuckle reverberates through my bones, zapping straight to my core, evidence that he’s truly the one with the power here. His tongue runs back up my neck, where his teeth had been.
‘You don’t understand what that word does to me,’ he says as he tugs my pyjama pants and underwear down together, leaving my ass bare. He palms one of my cheeks, squeezing the flesh as he groans. ‘Whatyoudo to me.’
‘Tell me,’ I say, voice breathy as his fingers slide along my centre, seeking out my clit. When he reaches it, he begins to slowly circle, increasing the pressure as he goes.
He hums in my ear as he plays with me, ‘You drive me crazy, Blue. Your curves, your smile, your baby blues—not aday goes by I don’t think of them. Been that way for the last decade. Filthy thoughts of you in my mind when I’m alone at night and—fuck.’
He hisses when his fingers swipe through my arousal. It’s followed by a sucking noise and another groan as he tastes what I’ve left on his fingers.
‘I need to be inside of you,’ he rasps, releasing his hand to pull down his pants. His thick length replaces his hand then, sliding between my clenched thighs, the ache inside of me growing.
Sawyer notches himself at my entrance, a hand closed around the soft flesh of my hip. Every inch of me is on fire, begging for him to justthrust.
But instead, he curses. ‘Hold on, I need to get a—’
‘You don’t,’ I follow up, driven by my all-consuming desire.
‘What?’
I’ve wanted this for a while now, and it feels right to finally allow it tonight. ‘You don’t have to. I’m on birth control.’ I turn my head to catch his eyes, reaching behind me to run my hand through his hair. ‘I want to feel all of you.’
‘Fuck, Blue.’ He grips my chin, twisting me further so he can kiss me. His tongue plunders my mouth, taking everything he can. ‘Do you realise how many times I’ve dreamed of being able to feel you like that? All hot and wet andtightaround me.’
Need aches between my legs as the tip of his hard, thick cock nudges at my entrance. The anticipation for when he slides inside me excruciating.
‘Please,’ I whimper.