Page 34 of Fight for You (Flirting with Forever 2)

She reaches for me, but I catch her hand, then grab the other and pin them with one hand above her head. She looks into my eyes, all kinds of questions there.

“Oh, don’t worry. We’re doing this. I just want a chance to taste every inch of you.” My head dips down, and I linger over the column of her throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses all along it before capturing each swollen nipple in my mouth again, in turn. The little moans she’s making in the back of her throat only serve to spur me on. My tongue darts out into the valley between her breasts and sweeps along her ribs while her body squirms beneath me, seeking mine.

I take my cock in my hand and rub the head up and down through her arousal and over her clit until I know she can’t s

tand it anymore. I let go of her hands so I can fist her hair in my hand while I kiss her slow and deep, sliding into her in one smooth thrust. I break the kiss and my head drops to her shoulder. “Fuck, Hadleigh.” I look up and into her eyes. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.” I withdraw almost all the way and push back in. Her eyes are alight with a fire I want to stoke until we are both completely engulfed in the flames.

She lets out a steady stream of air between her lips.

“Are you okay?” My brow furrows, and I withdraw, but she just uses her heels against my ass to pull me right back in, seating me deep within her.

“I never—um—I never knew girth mattered so much.” Little puffs of air escape her lips as her eyes close in obvious pleasure.

I can’t help the smirk that teases at my mouth. I kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, “Just tell me if I need to stop.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t stop.” She pants, “Fuck.” The curse feathers over her lips. “Your dick rubs against my clit every time you slide in.” I thrust forward, and then pull back again. “And out.” Her breath stutters out of her, her eyes wide and wild and needy.

From the sound of it, she’s on the brink again, and that thought pleases me to no end. I take my time, slowly driving into her over and over again, wanting to prolong her enjoyment for as long as possible. But, oh Jesus, it’s been a long time for me, and Hadleigh’s so damn amazing, I know I’m not going to last much longer.

When her legs start to tremble around me, I grasp one and pull it up higher, caging it against my side. Her eyes blaze as she looks at me, lips parting at the deeper thrusts, and her eyes practically roll back in her head. “Sawyer. You’re going to make me—” I continue to pump into her as she quakes around my cock, her words lost to what’s happening to her. I can fucking feel every spasm of the release my thrusting cock wrings from her. And that’s all I need. I tuck my head next to her neck and groan out her name as I come hard.

A little while later, she surprises me when she reveals, “I’ve never had a man in my room before.”

“No?” I tilt my head to the side, studying her where she lies, her body curled around mine, one leg thrown across me.

She slowly shakes her head. “I’ve always gone to their place. So I could leave when—”

“When it was over?”

She nods. Her hand lands on my stomach, her fingers tracing my muscles.

I whisper, “Do you want me to leave, baby?” As much as it kills me, if she has some sort of issue with actually sleeping with me, I’ll go. I’d do anything to make sure she feels secure in our relationship, even things I don’t necessarily agree with.

Fuck. Willow was right. I am that guy. I’ll always put her first—no matter what—even at the expense of what I want and need. And when I consider just why that is, it floors me.

I’m half in love with her already.

Chapter 22

Hadleigh

Sawyer’s big body is so nice and warm, and he smells so damn good. He does things with his hands, tongue, and cock that I’ve never experienced before, but more than that, he’s affectionate and kind. Do I want him to go? That’d be a hell no.

I prop myself up so I can look into his eyes. He’s completely relaxed, one arm propped behind his head, the other wrapped around me. “You aren’t other men, Sawyer. It’s alarmingly clear that I’ve made some pretty dumb decisions in my past.” I wet my lips and press them together. I like how his gaze immediately drops to my mouth, but then just as quickly, he’s right back to staring into my eyes. “So, no, Sawyer. I don’t want you to leave. I’d like it if you’d stay right here with me. If that’s okay with you.”

His chest rises and falls as he searches my features, looking for any hint of discomfort before he answers. “With you is the only place I want to be.”

I nod, and for the first time in forever, am completely happy. His arm tugs me impossibly closer to him, and I close my eyes, resting my head on his chest.

When I wake up, I’m disappointed to find Sawyer isn’t in the bed with me. My brow creases, and the corners of my lips tilt down. Did he go? I thought I’d been clear about what I wanted. But then I hear something from the kitchen.

It’s a panicked shout, the kind of commotion which can only mean one thing—Sawyer has just met Space Ghost.

I hurriedly grab the first article of clothing I see, which happens to be Sawyer’s button-down, fasten a few buttons, and dash out of the bedroom. The sight that greets my eyes makes me giggle instantly.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I cover my mouth for a quick second before I come to my senses and rush into the kitchen where Sawyer is standing in his jeans, shirtless. He turns this way and that, trying to figure out how to dislodge whatever is attached to the backside of his jeans—which happens to be my new kitten. He spins around, breath heaving.

“Hold still.” I pluck the tiny, black fur ball from the back of Sawyer’s thigh and hold him up in front of my face. “Bad kitty. Bad Space Ghost.”

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