Page 108 of Love Me Reckless

His lips brush my shoulder blade. I release his hand from my rib and he strokes down my spine to the buttons at the back of my dress. I wish I could see his big, calloused fingers working the delicate satin knobs. See the look of concentration on his face.

The final button releases, and he caresses up my sides, loosening the dress from my body. The beaded straps slip down my shoulders, and the weight of the dress pulls it from me with a softwhoomp, the fabric like a well of thick white satin around my ankles. I stand in just my thong, thigh-high stockings, and the blue garter, and glance at him over my shoulder.

Sawyer’s eyes are lit by a fierce heat, the planes of his face hard in the low light. He steps in close behind me, the warmth connecting our bodies as intoxicating as his rough hands on my soft skin. He starts at my shoulders, stroking down so slowly. When he gets to myhands, he clasps my fingers and brushes his lips against the back of my ear.

“You are so incredibly gorgeous.”

My body jolts as his teeth graze my earlobe. He caresses up my tummy, his touch firm and sensual, lighting up my skin, making my pulse pound, to the swell of my breasts. He cradles me while his kisses prick my neck and jaw.

“Every inch,” he says. “Every curve.”

I press back into him, needing his body firm against mine. His chest and thighs are thick and strong, muscular. His rough thumbs brush over my nipples, making my breath hitch. I rest my head against his shoulder, savoring his touch and his closeness.

I reach back to his thigh and fist the fabric of his pants. A part of me is scared he’s going to melt away, like he does in my dreams. Sawyer sucks the skin at the curve of my neck into his mouth, creating a tight sting that shoots a current of heat to the hollow between my thighs.

My pulse is throbbing so hard now that I’m panting. Sawyer’s fingertips stroke over my breasts, scissoring where I’m sensitive and so needy. He plants a trail of kisses to my ear while he strokes and teases, pinching just enough to light my skin on fire.

“I’m… the one—” I have to pause to catch my breath “—supposed to be touching… you.”

“You want me to stop?” His tone is firm and languid, like it would cause him no trouble at all to just walk away. The threat of this makes me crazy.

“No, please.” I don’t know how I’ve gone from being in full command of my faculties to this needy, desperate mess, but there’s no turning back. Not now.

“Please, huh?” he says with a hum of approval. Moving slowly, he strokes down my side, over the curve of my hip and down the front of my thigh, brushing over the wide band of lace holding up my stocking. “You like my rough hands on this tender skin of yours?”

“You say it like I’m fragile.” I’m still gripping his pant leg like my life depends on it. “I’m not.”

He caresses the inside of my thigh, his thumbnail sliding just under the edge of my thong on the way up, making me shiver. “Hmmm,” he whispers in my ear. “We’ll see about that.”

This sounds like a challenge. One I’m desperate to tackle. “Bring it, handsome.”

He caresses over my pussy. The friction and thickness of his fingers over the thin satin fabric sends a jolt down my legs. I whimper.

“You need me here, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I manage. Every muscle is honed to keeping him close and my body open to him to explore.

He gives my nipple a teasing tug. “And here?”

I open my mouth but what comes out is garbled, like I’m drowning.

“Mmm,” he groans, leaning down to kiss my shoulder while he strokes over me again, his touch firm, deliberate. The satin is so wet that it’s like a second skin against my throbbing flesh, enabling me to feel everything.

As if reading my mind, Sawyer glides beneath the fabric to stroke me.

I suck in a tight breath, my thighs trembling. I want it too much. It’s too intense. Too fast. Too good.

My head feels buzzy and hollow and my breaths are fast and sharp. Sawyer cradles my breast and kisses my ear while his fingers glide firm and steady exactly where I want them. Every nerve ending is crackling. He’s got me trapped in a cloud of desire and sweet, wonderful need, with no way out.

“Let it all go, princess,” he says, his deep tone thick with hunger.

A desperate, wild craving is coiling hard and fast inside me. “Ohhh,” I whimper as it tightens and the sensations dancing over my skin turns electric.

I close my eyes as the knot springs loose and I tumble free,unleashing a wave of blissful heat inside me. The last of my apprehensions fade away as I climb peaks of pleasure, each one bigger and brighter. When I come with a cry, Sawyer holds me firm, uttering praises I can’t decipher over the pounding of my heart.

Slowly, the feeling ebbs and I collapse against him, panting.

He wraps his arms around my middle, holding me tight, and exhales hard into my shoulder. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

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