Page 114 of Love Me Reckless

“Morning.” I soak him up. The soft brown eyes flecked with gold and the scratchy stubble on his jaw and his hair tousled with sleep. It’s my new favorite image to wake up to. “You’re up early.”

He gives me a lazy smile and caresses down my arm, taking his time. “I waited as long as I could.”

I roll to face him and close my eyes as we kiss. His lips are soft and tender, and the scruff on his chin is like catnip. I imagine leaning into his face as he rubs it all over me.

“No fair, you’ve brushed your teeth,” I say with a laugh.

Under the covers, he traces the curve of my hip, making my tummy whoosh. “I’d say go ahead, but I don’t want you leaving this bed.”

“How very caveman of you.”

He grasps my thigh and tugs me closer, so the rod of steel that nearly broke me in half last night presses urgently against my thigh. Agroan escapes from my lips. He’s so hard and smooth. Ready. Is this how he always wakes up? If so, how will I ever want to leave his bed?

“Something you want to share?” he asks.

I stroke down his arm, then hug his lower back and wriggle closer to him. “Can we stay in bed all day?”

“At some point, we’ll need food. Coffee. Maybe another shower.” He kisses my neck, slowly rolling me to my back, then climbs between my legs.

“I don’t need any of those things.”

He kisses down my body, pausing at my breasts to tease me, his sexy scruff adding delicious heat to my skin. “Are you sore, princess?”

The hollow between my thighs gives a needy ache. “In the best way.”

He gives a deep purr that sends a wave of prickles down my spine.

He kisses his way down. “Let me fix it.”

With the added friction from his whiskered face, I come in a matter of minutes, his tongue like magic and his fingers so skilled and nimble, like they are in direct communication with my body.

Still panting, I grope for a condom from the stack we’re quickly working through and tear it open with my teeth.

Sawyer chuckles as he kisses his way up, lingering on my breast, then rises to his knees. He helps me roll the condom on, and then he lifts my left leg through the air to meet the right one, rotating my hips, then slides in behind me like we’re a couple of spoons.

Sexy spoons.

The thick tip of him presses against where my heartbeat thumps and everything is aching for his touch. With one firm thrust, he pushes inside me.

It’s delicious, almost decadent. He moves slowly, deliberately, touching me while our bodies find a rhythm and the minutes melt from one to the next.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he says in a firm tone, wrapping his calloused hand around my thigh as he moves faster. “I want to watch your gorgeous face when you come.”

I do as I’m told, the pleasure expanding like sweet fire in my belly. I give in, letting it consume me.

We both come down, panting, the sheets tangled all around us. My limbs feel limp and free, like I could float away.

Sawyer leads me into the spacious bathroom, past the twin pedestal sinks to the walk-in shower lined with thick glass bricks. As the warm water cascades over us, we kiss and touch, playful at first, our laughter blending with the splash of the water on the tiles. He lets me wash his hair, giving me a moment to drink in his thick lashes, his firm jaw, and the soft pout of his perfect lips. I kiss him, and he cups my bottom, bringing my body in contact with his. He exhales a soft sigh.

“I love how good you feel in my arms.” He lowers to kiss my shoulder, sucking on my skin for an instant, sending a sharp ache to where my pulse is starting to throb. “I love these freckles.”

“I certainly have enough of them.”

“I love that too.”

We turn off the water and he wraps me in a towel before grabbing one for himself, the hard, muscled planes of his thick thighs and broad shoulders impossible to look away from.

At one of the sinks, I brush my wet hair and slip my toothbrush from the toiletry kit I packed for my honeymoon while Sawyer finger-brushes his hair. We both brush our teeth, and watching him in the mirror makes me giggle.

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