Page 84 of Rough Ride

I squeezed his ass, marveling at how firm it was, and let out a soft whimper. I needed this man more than I could ever explain.

Sensing what I wanted, what Ineeded, his hand glided up my thigh until his warm knuckle brushed against my clit. I sucked in a breath, and felt Sawyer’s lips curl against my nipple in a wicked smile.

“Am I playing any games now?” he demanded, meeting my gaze.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

He pressed his forehead against mine, almost kissing me but not quite, as his fingers slid lower. I realized he wanted towatch meas his fingers found their home between my legs, stroking against my pussy lips.

“Goddamn, you’re soaked for me,” he rumbled in the shower.

Before I could respond, one finger pushed deeper, curling up inside of me. My breath caught in my throat, and the corner of his lip rose in a possessive smirk that made my walls clench around his fingers. Wonderful, talented fingers, as hot as the water running down our side, slicking our bodies together.

I was on fire now, moving my hips to take all of his fingers, begging him for more with my body since words had escaped me. But he kept them right there, tapping his fingertips against my inner wall. I grabbed onto his shoulder for leverage, whimpering as I pushed against his fingers, loving this and yet hating that he wasn’t doing more. He smiled wickedly again, then kissed another trail up my chest to my neck, tongue sliding erotically against my skin.

“Sawyer,” I moaned as his palm brushed my clit, back and forth with my little thrusts.

“I love hearing my name on your lips,” he growled into my neck.

“Sawyer,” I repeated, driven closer by his deep voice. “Yes, please, Sawyer,yes!”

With perfect timing after delaying what I needed, his fingers finally moved, wedging up inside of me, fingertips dragging against my G-spot. I came apart in his arms, shuddering and shaking with release, clamping down around his skilled fingers while they completely wrecked me. Then his tongue was there inside my mouth as he drank my passioned moans.

He was rumbling with satisfied laughter when I could finally open my eyes again. I slammed my mouth against his and reached between us, finding his cock hard and slick with water.

But Sawyer snatched my wrist away, then held it out against the wall. The way he effortlessly took charge took the breath from my lungs.

“It’s not my turn yet,” he practically growled at me.

“When will it be?” I asked.

Those intense eyes narrowed a fraction of a degree. “When I say it is.”

38

Sophie

It’s over when I say it is.

I considered myself an independent woman. As a bartender, I had to have a strong backbone to deal with all the jerks I saw on a nightly basis, ready to punch back with a joke or sassy quip. I was used to being in control, because Ihadto be in order to survive.

But being with Sawyer?

I could finally allow myself to let go. To relinquish all the stress and pressure and control I felt on a daily basis, allowing him to take over.

Allowing him to takepossessionof me.

I felt myself handing him the metaphorical keys to my body and mind… and it was a relief. To allow myself to be submissive with someone in a way I never had before.

Would it be a mistake, or would it give me everything I had ever wanted?

Sawyer brushed his lips against mine, then spun me around and pressed me against the tile wall. I pushed my ass back,praying that he was going to take me from behind, filling me the way I severely needed.

But then he squeezed a glob of body wash from the container on the shelf, rubbed his hands together, then began washing my body.

It was a different kind of pleasure, having Sawyer hold me against the wall and rub every inch of my body with soap. And I meanteveryinch: down my legs, up my ass, between my cheeks. He planted kisses on my shoulder while he worked, dragging his teeth across the skin in a way that made me shiver with excitement despite the heat from the shower. His fingers were gentle as he scrubbed across my breasts, but I could sense the barely-contained way he craved to do more.

“You’re still playing games,” I whispered over my shoulder. “You’re still toying with me.”

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