Page 82 of Beauty and the Bayou

He hadn’t wanted sex in months.He’d had absolutely no appetite for it.He hadn’t been good company, he hadn’t been able to work up any energy or desire for wanting to give someone pleasure or for taking any for himself.That had all changed in a flash.Because of Juliet Dawson.He not only wanted to lose himself in her, to claim every ounce of pleasure, to just fucking indulge in every way, he also wanted to give her the same.He wanted her to feel pure fulfillment.From him.He wanted her to give up some of the worry and attentiveness that she carried around with her in everything she did.For him.He wanted her to let go, completely, and let him catch her.Yeah, it was a little caveman, but the woman took care of herself all the damned time and she didn’tneedhim to take care of her.He wanted her towanthim to take care of her.

He gathered her hair back and put his mouth against her ear.“This is all up to you,” he told her roughly.“Whatever you want.However you want it.”

“I want it all, Sawyer,” she told him, breathlessly.

“You’re sure?”

“Completely.”

And the thing about a woman like Juliet who was always prepared for everything, he didn’t feel like he had to ask twice.After last night she had, no doubt, gone over the What-Ifs of the next time they found themselves alone together.This might seem pretty spontaneous at the moment, but he knew that at least on some level, she was ready for him.

Thank God.

“Take your…” He paused and grinned down at her.

“What?”

“I was going to say ‘take your clothes off.’But I need to add ‘and your safety jacket.And your steel-toed boots.And your…whatever else you’ve got between me and your gorgeous naked body.’”

An obvious little shiver went through her even as she grinned at him and uncrossed her feet from behind him.She slipped the safety vest off and tossed it to the floor.That damned thing.It was a fucking turn-on and he was very ready to accept it at this point.She bent to untie her boots, but he knocked her hands away.

“Never mind, I’ll do this.Get your shirt off.”

Her tits had been taunting him since day one.It was time to get them bare and in his hands.And mouth.

She gave him a knowing smile that was full of sex and mischief.Her fingers went to the buttons on her shirt and she started undoing them as Sawyer yanked the shoestrings loose from her boots and tugged the heavy things off her tiny feet, dropping them with dull thuds on the floor.How was she walking around in those things?He pulled her socks down and discarded them as well.Then reached for the button on the front of her jeans.She wasn’t even done with the buttons on her shirt yet.

“Juliet,” he said, low and firm.“I need your pretty tits in my hands.Right now.”

Her smile died and she sucked in a quick breath.Her fingers also sped up.He bit back a smile and flicked open the button on her jeans.

By the time he had her unzipped, she’d tossed the shirt on top of her socks.Then she slipped the fitted white tank over her head and reached behind her for the hooks on the plain beige satin bra.A moment later, it was also on the floor.He assumed.He didn’t look to see where it landed.His full attention was on the most beautiful pair of breasts he’d ever seen in his entire life.They were full, with large, dark pink nipples that he could practically feel against his tongue, and all he could think about was how much he was going to enjoy watching them swing when she rode him.Or when he fucked her from behind.He wanted to do it all right now.Over and over again.Every position.Every surface.Until neither of them could so much as roll over for an hour after.

“Sawyer,” she said, lifting her hands to her breasts, lifting them and squeezing, as if trying to ease a pain.

“What do you need, Juliet?”he asked, almost not recognizing his voice, gravely with desire.

“Touch me.”

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“Fuck.”He reached out, almost reverently.He settled his hands on her waist, stroking up and down, watching goose bumps chase each other up her body and tighten her nipples even further.

She moved her hand as he moved to cup one breast, memorizing the weight, the heat and silkiness of her skin, the way she sighed, almost as if in relief, as he did it.Then he looked into her eyes as he stroked his thumb over the nipple.

She moaned and arched closer.He rubbed over the tip harder, then circled it with just the edge of his thumb nail, making it tighten and her thighs tense as if wanting to squeeze her knees together.He wedged a hand between them, keeping them apart.He stepped forward, putting himself firmly between her thighs.“You aching for something, Juliet?”

“Yes.God, yes.”

“Well, the only thing that’s going to relieve that is my fingers and cock right now.”

He hadn’t planned on talking dirty to her, but it just came out.And she didn’t seem to mind.

She wet her lips.“Please.”

That was exactly the right answer.“I like you begging.”

Was he a little dominant during sex?No.He wasverydominant during sex.

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