Page 28 of One Weekend in Seattle

Shock went through him. “Sweetie, have you never had a man go down on you before?”

She shook her head.

“That ex of yours was an idiot.” Sawyer couldn’t believe her ex had never taken care of her this way. “Just relax.”

“But…”

He tapped her mound with two fingers, not hard, but enough to get her attention. “There is no but. I’m going to take care of you now.” Pushing her legs farther apart, he wiggled until his shoulders held her legs open.

Sawyer parted her labia. Her sweet scent filled him as he inhaled. “Pretty pussy.” He ran his tongue over her.

Gabby squirmed.

“Stop moving.”

“You have to be kidding.”

He grinned before he licked her again.

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Gabby wanted to fly off the bed. No man had ever gone down on her before. Sawyer’s shock at that was surprising. Did men really like to do that to women? Not in her experience. But damn, Sawyer ran his tongue over her slit like he was licking an ice cream cone.

She had no idea how to react. It was hard to hold still and not squirm. Did she smell down there? She’d taken a shower this morning, but they’d walked around all day. Her nerves kicked up a notch.

“You’re so tense.”

“No kidding.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” He maneuvered his body until he was lying on his side next to her, with his head propped up on his hand.

How did she explain it? Gabby closed her eyes. “I…” The words wouldn’t come.

“Sweetheart.” He caressed her cheek with a tender touch, and she opened her eyes. Sawyer was staring down at her with concern and worry in his eyes.

Her heart tightened. “It’s not you.” Those words sounded lame.

“What is it?” He leaned over and kissed her collarbone. “Did you not like me tasting you?”

She wanted to say yes but couldn’t. “That didn’t bother me.”

“Is it because no man has ever licked you before?”

“Partially.” Lord, this was embarrassing. Why couldn’t Sawyer be more like her ex and just do a quickie?

“Talk to me, please.”

The please tugged at her heart. “It’s going to sound silly.”

He nipped at her chin before staring into her eyes. “Nothing sounds silly.”

Taking a shaky breath, she gathered her courage. “I was worried about how I smelled down there.”

Sawyer blinked. “You smell delicious.”

He didn’t think she was silly or crazy or anything else. “I do?”

“Gabby, women have their own unique scent. Yours to me is…” He paused. “I’m trying to find the right words. You smell like summer, fresh, clean, and ready to play.”

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