Page 83 of Beauty and the Bayou

He didn’t mind a woman telling him exactly what she wanted and needed.He didn’t mind demands at all.But he made them, too, and he very much liked a woman who could keep up with that.

Damn, he hadn’t felt any of this in far too long.He’d been a demanding asshole in the past few months, for sure, but not in any way that would result in anyone’spleasure.

“Take your pants off.Take everything off,” he told her, backing up just enough to undo his jeans and shove them to the floor and kick them away.

She did, but it seemed almost automatic because her eyes were glued to his cock.Which was pressing insistently against the front of his boxers, wanting her attention badly.

Juliet licked her lips as she kicked her pants off of her feet and her thumbs hooked in the top of her panties.She started to push them down, wiggling on the stool seat as she did it.

Sawyer couldn’t take it anymore.He should take this slow probably.But damn, it felt like they’d been engaged in foreplay since that first day on the dock when he’d felt the skin of her lower back against his hand.After he’d saved her from pitching over the edge.When she’d hugged him.

Hell, he should have known then that she was going to be special.That she was going to heal him.That he was going to need her in a way that was foreign and so fucking good at the same time.

He stepped in and grabbed the front of her panties, pulling them down her legs and over her feet, tossing them over his shoulder.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he told her sincerely, running a big hand from her knee over the top of her thigh.He needed to touch her.He just couldn’ttouch heryet.Because he wasn’t going to be stopping once he started.But his hand was huge splayed over her thigh, and his thumb came very close to the hot center where heneededto be.

She parted her thighs and Sawyer’s mouth went dry.Then she reached for the waistband of his boxers.She tucked her fingers in the top and ran her knuckles back and forth over his lower abs, her fingertips grazing his head.

“Juliet,” he said on a near-groan.“Fuck.”

She ran her hand up over his abs to his chest in a slow motion, almost as if she was spreading imaginary sunscreen on him again.“I love your body.You’re so big and hard andhot.Even when you’re not out in the sun.You’re just so…much.”

“It’s all yours.”He took her hand and pressed it against his cock.“You’re making me feel again, Juliet.And I want it all.I want to fucking revel in it.”

She looked up, her fingers curling around him.She met his eyes.“Yes.Revel in it with me.”

She tugged on the front of his boxers and he used one hand to help shove them to the floor, kicking them away.He was throbbing, harder than he’d ever been, his cock rising against his belly.He wrapped a fist around it, giving it a squeeze, trying to relieve some of the ache.

“I want you so much,” she said softly, reaching to wrap her hand around his.

He gladly moved his own hand out of the way.“Juliet,” he said raggedly.

She looked up at him.“Kiss me, Sawyer.”

He did.He cupped her face and took her mouth, fucking her with his tongue the way he wanted to take the rest of her body.Her hand tightened around him, squeezing and stroking, her other hand running up over his abs to his chest, and then to the back of his neck.She curled her fingers, hanging on tight.He shifted, one hand teasing a nipple, the other running up her thigh, his thumb grazing her clit.

Juliet moaned and Sawyer pressed harder.She was already slick, and the way she wanted him almost brought him to his knees.She was amazing.She was sweet.She was kind and caring, quirky and wounded, brave and strong, but she was also hot and sassy and knew what she wanted.And she wanted it from him.

“I wish I’d thrown you over my shoulder and taken you to my house,” he said, his breathing erratic against her mouth.“I want to bury my face in your pussy and taste you when you come for me the first time.Need more space.Need a place where I can spread you out.”

Her grip on his cock tightened and she moaned.“Later.For sure.Please.”

He chuckled roughly.“I love the begging, but I think all you have to do is crook your finger and I’m there.”

She eyed the desk behind him.

He shook his head.“Dusty.”

“Don’t care.”

He quirked an eyebrow.“There are just some places you shouldn’t use disinfectant wipes, Juliet.”

She laughed and groaned.“You’re making me not care about any of that.”

“I take that as the highest compliment,” he told her, actually meaning it.That was what getting Juliet Dawson to let go looked like.“But, it’s also too short,” he said.“I’m going to spend a lot of time between these pretty thighs and I don’t want to risk a neck or back injury by leaning over for too long.”He gave her a little wink and she laughed again.

“So licking this sweet pussy until you scream my nameisgoing to happen, but not in here.”He turned his hand so he could slide a finger into her wet heat.“But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to hear you crying my name and coming hard.”

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