Page 36 of Fight for You (Flirting with Forever 2)

“Nah. We work really well together.” He winks at me. “In more ways than one.”

Warmth flows through me. I’ve never had this good-natured teasing and fun with anyone the morning after.

It makes sense, considering I’d never once allowed a morning after to happen with anyone else. I can imagine, though, that none of the other men I’ve been with would have been cooking breakfast with me the next morning. No way.

“Hadleigh? You okay?”

I jump at my name. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry. I was lost in thought.” I pull a pair of forks out of a drawer and point toward the small table and chairs just off the kitchen. “We can eat here.” I hand him a fork as we sit down, and we each take a bite at the same time. As I finish chewing, I mumble, “Mm. Good job.”

“I just flipped it and finished it for you.”

I shake my head, my expression unbelieving. “Still, it never tastes this good when I make my own. It must be your touch, Sawyer.” I cover my mouth, my eyes widening. “Poor Willow. Is she missing out on a hot breakfast because you’re here?”

He chuckles. “Unless she tries to make toast again.”

“Tries?”

“Yeah. She burned it the last three times she cooked for herself. I keep telling her it’s setting number two that she likes for her toast, but she doesn’t listen and always has it up too high.”

“I guess I owe her, huh?”

He shrugs with a wink. “Maybe. You could probably just introduce her to Space Ghost sometime, and she’d forgive you. She likes animals.”

We eat in silence for a few minutes, which is actually kind of nice because I don’t feel like I have to be “on” when I’m with Sawyer. I feel like I can just be myself, and if that means just sharing a quiet moment, then that’s okay with him.

Sawyer finally sets his fork down with a contented sigh once we’ve polished off the omelet. “Why Space Ghost, by the way? I mean, I figure it’s after the comic book character, but I didn’t really take you for a comic book kind of girl.”

Oh. I don’t know if I was ready to go there yet, but here we are. “Um, so when my father took off, he left behind a stack of comic books.” I pause for a beat, watching his reaction. “I read them front to back when I was finally able to—so many times that they kind of fell apart.”

Sawyer takes hold of my hand, giving me reassurance when it hits him what a tender topic this is for me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.”

I sigh and lift one shoulder in a half-shrug. “I always liked the Space Ghost one best.”

I sit there feeling a bit dejected for a moment before Sawyer takes my other hand and gently tugs me out of my seat. I stand between his legs, and he reaches up to caress my cheek. I lean into his touch, closing my eyes in complete surrender.

“I can’t wait to find out every last thing about you, baby.”

“Even the not-so-great stuff?”

“I want to know everything that makes you, you. Because you’re pretty fucking amazing.” His thumb glides over my skin before he captures my head between his hands and drags my lips to his for a sweet kiss. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. Sawyer’s hands slide down my body and find my waist, then slip back over the curve of my ass. Lost in the kiss, our tongues tangle. I’m so swept up in it, I hardly realize that he’s grasped the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric up as he clenches it in his fingers. He takes my ass in both hands, drawing me closer. A strangled groan escapes his lips into my mouth. He breaks the kiss, drawing back to look at me.

“Um. Hadleigh?” His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip.

“Yeah?” My eyes flicker open to see a storm raging in his eyes.

“Have you been naked under there this whole time?”

“Oh, um. Yeah.” I wrinkle my nose at him. “Sorry.”

He growls. “You’ve seriously got to stop apologizing for doing things that completely turn me the fuck on.” He moves fast, shoving his pants down, his hands gripping me around the waist. He lifts me onto his lap astride him. My bare skin comes into contact with his growing erection, and I let out a little whimper. A burst of lust, keen and sharp, shoots through me so hard I tremble, my body overcome by it.

I inhale swiftly as his hands slide from my waist to my ass underneath his shirt again. He squeezes gently, then a bit harder, before groaning. “Hadleigh. Are you going to ride my cock, baby?”

The feel of his hard-on between us has my brain fully short-circuiting. I answer with a hot kiss, all tongue and teeth and desire. I lift off of his lap, grasp his dick, and slide right down onto it. We continue to kiss like we can’t get enough of each other and rock together like our lives depend on it. We are frenzied, mad, fevered, our bodies so completely well-matched that I don’t know how I ever thought sex with anyone else was any good. I love the way his hard body feels against me, how amazing he feels inside me. With a tilt of my hips, I take him deeper, and my head drops back as euphoria overtakes me.

I’m hot.

I’m wanton.

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