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“Sawyer?” I whisper. “What are you?—”

“I lied,” he says roughly. “I don’t always do what I’m supposed to.”

Chapter 24

Sawyer

I stare at Violet, my breathing fast and labored, and she stares right back. Tension sizzles between us, so strong and palpable that I swear I can feel it arcing through the air. Or maybe that’s the voice in the back of my head telling me that I absolutely shouldn’t be here, that I should go back to my room before I do something I can’t take back.

But my eyes drink in every detail of her appearance anyway. She looks mussy and disheveled, her hair tousled—probably from writhing on the bed when she came. Her cheeks are still flushed, and I can tell from how quickly her chest is rising and falling that she’s still finding it hard to breathe too. The smell of sex radiates off her, mixing with her almond and cherry scent, invading my nose and traveling right to my cock.

It’s fucking intoxicating.

I was already hard before I knocked on her door, but now my dick is throbbing almost painfully.

As I walked from my bedroom to hers, I kept telling myself it was just because I wanted to see her—to see how beautiful she looks after an orgasm. As I raised my hand to knock, I swore to myself that I wouldn’t touch her. Reminded myself that Ican’ttouch her, no matter how badly I might want to.

I try to remember all of those promises and reminders as I stand in the hallway with Violet staring at me, her hazel eyes dark, her lips parted. Her tongue darts out to wet them, and that tiny movement snaps the last threads of my restraint.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, my voice a low rasp.

Then I step forward, reaching out to tug her toward me at the same time. Our bodies collide, and I wrap my arms around her, pressing my mouth against hers. Her lips are soft and full, and the lingering scent of her shampoo sweeps over me, making me want her more. She stiffens at first, as if surprised by the suddenness of my movement—then she melts against me, her body molding to mine perfectly.

Still kissing her, I step farther into the room, walking her backward so I can kick the door closed behind us.

When it does, I spin us around to pin her back against it, one hand cushioning the back of her head so she doesn’t hit it on the door. We part for a few seconds, both of us gasping, and her eyes flame as she stares right into mine. I’ve never seen this side of her before, but now that I have, I’m never going to be able to forget it.

Our mouths collide again, wild and hungry, as our hands roam over each other’s bodies.

“You taste so fucking good,” I breathe against her lips before breaking away briefly to tug her oversized sleep shirt over her head and toss it aside.

A groan vibrates in my chest. This isn’t the first time I’m seeing her totally naked, but it feels like it. I step back to admire her, my eyes lingering on her peaked nipples and round breasts with the thin red line between them, the curve of her waist and the neatly trimmed strip of hair above her pussy. All I can do is shake my head in disbelief at how fucking stunning she looks. Now that I can actually take in the details, I’m almost overwhelmed by how perfect she really is.

I’m almost a foot taller than she is, and the difference in our sizes feels even more pronounced in this moment, as I take in her lithe, delicate form. My eyes move slowly from her feet up to her eyes. When our gazes meet, she swallows hard, and it makes my cock twitch.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting to do this,” I murmur roughly.

Violet presses away from the door, closing the distance between us. Her bare chest presses against mine as she winds her arms around my neck, and the feel of skin against skin sends a rush of heat through me. My cock strains against the confines of my boxer briefs and sweats, aching to get closer to her.

“You’re not the only one,” she whispers. “I have too.”

Her words unravel me. I can’t control myself anymore. My arms wrap around her, pulling her even closer as my clothed cock grinds against her stomach. She whimpers, the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, and lifts one leg to wrap it around me. It drives me crazy, so I scoop her up by the thighs and wrap both her legs around my waist to hold her in place as I roll my hips, our bodies moving in sync as I put friction on her clit.

“Fuck, Sawyer,” she whimpers. “I’m so sensitive. That feels… so fucking good.”

The reminder that she’s already come for me once tonight—even if I wasn’t here to see it—makes a hungry, possessive sound rise in my throat. I grip her thighs tightly, working my hard cock against her pussy and letting her feel my piercings as her arousal slowly starts to soak the fabric of my pants.

“You’re wet,” I rasp. “Is that for me?”

“Yes.” She kisses me again, her tongue tangling with mine as she undulates in my arms, grinding against me as if she’s getting close to coming all over again. “Yes. It’s all for you. Fuck, please…”

“I’ve got you.”

Gritting my teeth against the urge to throw her on the bed and fuck her right now, I draw my head back a little, letting her catch her breath and ease back from the peak as I gaze at her.

My eyes travel slowly up her torso, drinking in her beauty. All the angles and soft curves that her dress clung to so beautifully are just as perfect as I thought they’d be. Her abdominal muscles flex as she uses her legs to grip me, and her breasts are flawless, the nipples firm and responsive as I bring one hand up to toy with them.

Finally, my eyes meet hers. “Fuck, heartbreaker. You’re so damn gorgeous. I want to taste you.”

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