Page 57 of Won't Back Down

Talk about a mood killer. “Let’s not bring him into this.”

“Fair enough.” He reached for the button of my shorts. “My wife needs to be touched.”

I shivered. It wasn’t the first time he’d called me his wife, but it was the first time like this, when he was on the verge of making me his wife for real. “God, I love that.”

He lowered the zipper and began working down the shorts and underwear. “What?”

“You calling me your wife.”

“What do you like about it?”

I struggled to consider the question as the cool air kissed my bare skin. “I… it makes me feel claimed.”

So did the look in his eyes as he stared up the length of my naked body, fingers stroking my calves. “Do you want to be claimed, Willa?”

I fought not to curl in or try to cover myself. I wanted this. I wanted him. I’d imagined this countless times before. I just hadn’t thought he’d be quite so… talky. “Yes.”

“How?”

Were we really having this conversation? I was used to Sawyer recognizing and anticipating my needs without my ever having to say a word. This was new, so I struggled with what to say.

He lost a little of that hungry look, his expression shifting into one of concern. “Is this too much? If it’s not working for you, or it’s making you anxious?—”

I swallowed hard. “No. I was just trying to decide whether I wanted your fingers or your mouth first.” Oh my God. Did I really just blurt that out?

He blinked. “And what did you decide?”

“I’m greedy. I want both.”

Sawyer’s grin spread slow and wicked. “There’s my good girl. She knows what she wants.”

Well, my very vivid imagination had a lot of ideas and even more fantasies. We’d see if I liked them all in actual practice. “She would very much like more action and less talking, please.”

He was still chuckling as he settled between my legs. Whatever trepidation I felt at being completely exposed took a backseat to sensation as he began to trail little nibbling kisses from my knee up the inside of my thigh. Closer and closer he inched until the warm puff of his breath caressed my aching center. My body clenched, needing more than this slow tease.

“So pretty and perfect.” He pressed a kiss to the curls just above my slit, and my legs began to tremble. “Are you wet for me, Willa?”

This was it. I was going to die of wanting before he ever got down to business. “Why don’t you find out?” I challenged.

He huffed another laugh, and our eyes met. “I like you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Sassy and spread out for me to feast on.”

“There seems to be a distinct lack of feas—oooh, God!”

His tongue dragged through my folds, just barely touching my clit, but it was enough to make me jack-knife on the bed.

“So responsive.” The vibration of his growl against my most heated flesh made me whimper. “And all mine.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Let me have all those sweet sounds of pleasure.”

Then he truly went to work, and I completely lost my mind. There was no room for embarrassment, no room for anything but a riot of feeling as he took over every nerve in my body. So many times he drove me up, stopping just short of sending me flying. Then he’d start over again. And again, until I was a trembling mass of need, moaning his name, begging for release. Only then did he slide one finger into the center of the ache he’d created.

It was too much. It wasn’t enough.

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