Page 110 of Love Me Reckless

I slip his buckle free, the metal clattering as I unbutton his pants and tug the straining zipper down. The fabric slips past his thick thighs, revealing charcoal fitted boxer briefs. I pull the pants lower, my fingertips brushing his skin. He braces off the back ofthe chair behind me to step free, then tosses them to the couch and yanks off his socks.

I glance up at him. “You get to save your clothes, but we’re going to ruin mine?”

His low hum sends a pang of longing deep into my core. “Are you going to wear this dress again?”

“No.”

His eyes darken. “You’re lucky I didn’t tear it off you.”

I think of his rough hands working the tiny buttons. “Did you want to?”

“Fuck yeah. I don’t want any reminders of him or that life you walked away from today.”

I wrap my arms around his waist and lean against him. “We’re getting there.”

“I know.” He strokes down my back. “I might be a little impatient.”

The sweetness of this sends a wave of warmth through me.

“Now turn around and put your hands on that chair.”

My skin jolts. “Why?”

He cradles my waist to spin me away and slips my thong past my hips, then caresses my bare backside, releasing a satisfied moan.

“So I can dirty up this dress.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

SAWYER

I should slowthe fuck down. Make everything last. Be gentle and sweet.

But it’s not like that for me. After months of wanting her, I’m too hungry, too wild.

And I think there’s a wild part of her ready to unlock too.

It’s impossible not to want to claim it as mine.

The thick fabric of her wedding dress beneath my knees might as well be a bed of coals, burning my flesh, but I relish the pain.

She’s finally free, and I’m not about to waste one moment of it.

I’ll start by ruining this dress, and then I’m going to fuck that ring right off her finger.

Her body gives a little quiver as I caress down the back of her thighs and grip her right where I need her. I kiss her soft pussy.

She gives a jolt of surprise. “You’re not serious.”

I don’t bother answering. Instead, I caress up her spine, urging her to bend forward. Fuck, she’s perfect back here. I need more.

Kirilee sucks in a tight gasp.

The longing to take my time with her flashes through me again, but there’s zero chance of that happening. Kirilee gives a little whimper,which might as well be rocket fuel to the cravings coiling deep inside me. I glide and tease as the pitch of her breaths tightens and her body starts to tremble.

She tastes fucking incredible.

“Ohh,” she whimpers. “Sawyer, that’s… oh… so good… ”

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