Page 27 of One Weekend in Seattle

“Sawyer!” She grabbed his shoulder.

“I won’t drop you.”

“I didn’t think you would. It just startled me.”

He strode down the hall to his bedroom. Thank goodness he’d left the lamp on so the room wasn’t completely dark.

“This is a huge room.” Her head moved from side to side, taking in the space.

“More room to ravish you.” Sawyer placed her gently on her feet. While she continued to look around, he pulled back the covers.

“This is a nice bedroom, not too masculine but not too feminine.”

“Bathroom’s over there.” He pointed to the half open door across the room as he stepped up to Gabby and ran his finger over her lace covered breasts.

“When did I lose my shirt?” Her gaze settled on his bare chest. “When did you lose yours?”

“I think we got carried away on the sofa.” He traced the upper curve of her breasts.

“Somehow I don’t mind.” Her warm palms pressed against his pecs, and Sawyer could swear heat seared his skin.

“I’m glad.” His fingers skimmed down to the fastening of her pants. Their gazes caught. “May I?” He tapped the material.

He caught the desire in her gaze as he followed the movement of her throat when she swallowed. “Yes, please.”

His ego and his cock swelled. Even as the lust coursed though him, it brought with it a fierce need to take care of her for all time.

Sawyer undid the snap and lowered the zipper on her jeans. He cupped her hips before he slid the fabric down her toned legs. A shiver shook her as he stroked her calves with the lightest touch.

“Hold on to my shoulders,” he said. When she complied, he lifted her right foot, pulled the jeans and her sock off, and did the same with the left. He pushed them aside and rose. “Beautiful.”

A flush worked its way from her chest to her face. “I’m okay.”

Sawyer tapped her lips with his finger. “Beautiful.”

Gabby didn’t say anything. “Your turn.” Her fingers dipped inside his pants.

His cock was pressing against the fabric.

“Someone is…” She glanced up at him, her expression filled with mischief. “Big.”

His laughter filled the room. Sawyer couldn’t help himself. That wasn’t what he’d expected her to say. She lowered thezipper, her movements slow and deliberate, and slid his trousers down. He stepped out of them.

He helped Gabby stand, pulled her into his arms, and took her lips with his. She leaned into him and kissed him with passion that took his breath away. His hands roamed over her back, to her ass, cupped it, and pulled her against his cock.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to kiss her. He couldn’t get enough of this woman. When they broke apart, their harsh breathing filled the air.

“I’m going to finish undressing you now.”

She nodded.

Within a minute, she was naked in front of him. His eyes took in her full breasts, curvy hips, and long, toned legs. He lifted her and placed her on the bed. He couldn’t wait to taste her. Climbing on the mattress, he pushed her legs apart.

“Sawyer.” Uncertainty tinged her voice.

He lifted his gaze. “What is it, my sweet?”

She shifted. “Ummm...” Her flush deepened. “What are you doing?”

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