Page 67 of Waiting For Fate

“Sawyer, give me my underwear!” She continues reaching for them until she’s standing between my legs, and I take the opportunity to pull her into my lap. She squeals as I adjust her legs to straddle me comfortably.

“No chance. Because these,” I hold them out to the side, still too far out of her reach, “have my imagination running wild wondering what you have on under those little gray shorts.” Finally letting her grab them from my grip, she fists the black fabric in her hand and levels me with a stare.

“I’m not wearing anything under them right now.” Her brow lifts and her eyes fall to my mouth as her tongue peeks out to wet her lips. When she pushes off my shoulders to stand, my hands grip her waist before she can get her feet back on the ground and her eyes snap back to mine.

“I don’t believe you.” I watch her carefully, waiting for nerves or timidness to make themselves apparent.

Neither do.

Instead, she settles herself back down in my lap. “I guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself.”

Fuck me.

“Don’t tease me, Dove,” I warn. Just last night she told me she wanted to go slow, and I have every intention of respecting her wishes. But I’m not the type that has to be told twice.

“What? You’re just checking to see if I’m lying or not.” The innocent way she shrugs, with the most seductive look on her face, has me hard as iron—which I’m sure she can feel through both of our sweats.

“And if I slide my hands into these tiny little shorts and find that you’re not. Then what?” Her cheeks flame as her teeth bare down on her bottom lip. “Do you want me to get up and walk away, Dove? Or do you want me to play with that pretty little pussy?” Her lips separate the slightest bit, and I can't stop myself from reaching up to bite on her delicious bottom lip.

“I’m gonna need you to tell me exactly what you want from me.” My hands slide painstakingly slowly up her thighs until my fingertips are teasing the hem of her shorts. Her chest rises and falls more quickly now and she visibly swallows.

“I want you to touch me, Sawyer,” she whispers, her dark green eyes that have a way of calming my soul locking with mine.

God she’s so beautiful.

“Atta girl.” I reach beneath the loose-fitting shorts and when my fingertips make it to her hips—without a trace of underwear to be found—I have to catch my breath with the realization that she really wants this.

Wants me.

What really floors me is the way she holds my gaze. While my fingers trail down to her swollen clit, and as they swipe through her wetness her eyes never leave mine. Something primal awakens in my chest that I’ve never felt before. The absolute need to make this woman mine and ensure no one else ever touches her again roars to life. My fingertips tease her entrance and her eyes flutter shut.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers.

Dammit, she’s gonna ruin me.

I push one digit inside her and feel her walls squeeze around me. If she’s this tight around my finger, I’m going to have to make sure I take my time with her before I fuck her. Which is all I’ve ever wanted with her—time. She’s biting her lip so hard it looks as though it might start bleeding soon if she doesn’t release it.

Reaching up I wrap my free hand around the back of her neck to pull her lips down to mine. She kisses me with fervor as her hips rock against my hand, sending all the blood in my body straight to my cock. God I can’t wait to know how she feels wrapped around me. I slide a second finger into her, and she lets out a moan, breaking our kiss.

“You can do it, baby. Just relax. It’s just me and you.” I can feel the moment she lets me in, and her lips meet mine again. Her walls begin to tighten around me, and her lips slow their movement against mine.

“Sawyer,” she pants. When her eyes lock with mine again the look on her face fucking kills me. There’s a mix of worry and satisfaction and I don’t quite know what to make of it.

“Let go baby. Come for me.” She grinds her hips, rubbing her clit against my palm with every movement while chasing that high. When she digs her nails into my shoulders and cries out in satisfaction, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.

CHAPTER 29

LEAH

Holy Shit. That just happened. Okay, everything is fine. Just breathe.

Sawyer pulls his hand out of my shorts and just when I think I’ll be able to get my heart rate to slow, he sucks the same to fingers that were just inside me into his mouth.

“If you ever want me to touch you, Dove. All you have to do is ask.” He leans up and kisses me again, turning my heart into a puddle for him.

I’ve wanted to know what it would feel like to have this man’s hands on me for far longer than I care to admit. I thought I was going to lose my damn mind last night sleeping next to him in nothing but his boxers. I deserve some kind of medal for not telling him to take me in every way he could think of right then and there. Or maybe I’m an idiot for not doing that.

When it comes to Sawyer, complicated is the best way I can think to describe my feelings. I’ve never cared for anyone the way I care for him, but the hurt I’ve felt over him in the past isn’t something you get over easily. Sure, it’s been ten years since it happened, but I’ve only recently found out why it happened, and it still stings. Even so, I want him more than I want air most days.

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