Page 39 of The Inevitable Us

I shrug and start to wrap my hands around my body. “No, it’s not that. It’s just that you kept rejecting me and pushing me away. Suddenly, you’re taking me on dates and bringing me to your cabin for the weekend. It’s confusing.”

I bite my lip and watch Sawyer’s shoulders drop and his hands rub his neck. “Rosalie, if your father had any idea of the draw we feel towards one another, he’d have fired me. I didn’t want to risk losing you because your father felt like I was getting too close. I kept telling you to go to Knoxville, hoping you’d take the hint that it was what I wanted you to do. Here we have the time and space to get to know one another as equals. In Nashville, you’re my boss’s daughter. Here you’re Rosalie, and I’m just the man hopeless without you.”

My heart skips a beat.SWOON.Biting my lip, I smile at his words. Going up on my tippy toes to kiss him, I laugh, “I guess it’s kinda a good thing we moved here then.”

“Something like that. Now, about this sundress.” He starts to put his hands up my skirt and groans. “We’d better go upstairs.”

We run up the stairs together with Sawyer behind me, our feet loud on the wooden stairs. “Dress off, Rosalie. I need to see that pussy.”

I laugh at his words, pull my dress over my head with one quick movement, and slip off my sandals. He has his shirt off, so I go for the buckle of his pants. He’s still wearing his dress slacks from last night. With a brave hand, I cup his erection in my palm, brushing my fingers against the bulge. His body freezes as if shocked, and an arrogant eyebrow arches up. “Someone’s being awfully brave,” he growls low into my neck.

“A little bit,” I answer sassily, winking at him.

I unbuckle his pants and slip my hands under the elastic of his boxers, finding his erection. I stroke the silky softness in my hand and Sawyer groans low in his throat. He puts his hand over mine, and shows me the rhythm he likes, and then takes my face in his hands and plunders my mouth with his tongue while I stroke his length. He starts to breathe rapidly, and I feel a drop of warmth from the tip of his erection.

Sawyer looks at me with hooded eyes breaking off our kiss. He reaches behind me and unfastens my bra. “Go lay on the bed,” he says in a husky voice. I watch as he discards his pants and boxers, draping them across the dresser.

I swallow, trying to find the bravery I’d had just a moment before. Last night was wonderful, but for a moment, it was painful.

“I’ll still go slow, Rosalie. Ass on the bed.” He picks me up and tosses me onto the bed with a grin and a chuckle. “Right where I want you. Now about these panties,” he says, the words rumbling in my ears.

I start to laugh at his playfulness when he lays over me and kisses his way down my stomach to the hem of my panties and pulls them down and off. He spreads my legs wide for him and starts to trail kisses up my thigh before reaching my pussy lips. He parts me and looks up at me with a twinkle in his eye. “You taste like honey. My honey,” he says before he leans down and licks up my center. He cups my bottom, drawing me even closer to him, and begins to slowly swirl his tongue against my clit. My hands go to his hair, feeling the silky softness in my hands as the tension and sensations start to build inside of me. I tighten my grip and curl my toes, bucking against him with quick breaths as his tongue flicks my clit one last time, and an orgasm blasts through me in a frenzied heat. “Look at my beautiful woman coming for me. So fucking perfect,” he says in a low half groan, his eyes watching me half shuttered.

He moves on top of me and grins down, rubbing his hands over my chest. He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, swirling the areola, then the other. “It felt so fucking good to bury my cock inside that sweet little pussy,” he rasps into my chest.

I’m intoxicated by the feel of his body against mine. He lines himself up to my entrance and pushes in slightly, giving me a moment to adjust. His eyes close shut, and he growls low in his throat. “Relax for me, Rosalie,” he tells me. “You’ve got to let me in.”

He leans down to my neck, gently sucking and licking his way down, and my body starts to go limp again from pleasure. I wrap my hands around his body, finding his hard ass with my hands. With ragged breaths, he fully sheaths himself to the hilt and pauses for a moment. “You feel fucking fantastic! Are you ok? Relax for me, Rosalie.”

I nod nervously at him, “Yeah, It’s ok. Just a little tight.” It’s more than a little tight. It still pinches.

“Just close your eyes, Rosalie, and feel.” He reaches between us and starts to rub my clit again to the rhythm of his thrusts, and soon I no longer feel any discomfort. When I begin to feel another orgasm build, Sawyer thrusts harder, faster, and deeper before gripping my bottom and pushing into me with a loud guttural roar. We spiral into the oblivion of our orgasms together before he collapses on top of me, his breathing still unsteady.

As we lay together for what seems like an eternity, I feel a sticky wetness on my thighs.

Getting up, he walks to the bathroom, opens the door, and the kittens scamper out. I watch as he walks to the large claw foot tub and starts to run water, testing its warmth, and pours in Epsom salts. Maybe from the last person who lived here?

“Come join me?” he asks once the water is drawn. “It’ll help with any sore muscles.”

He grabs two clean towels and places them by the tub next to us, and gestures for me to come to him. “I need a little more time with you before going downstairs to work.”

Chapter twenty-one

Sawyer

I’msoakinginthetub with Rosalie still, her nipples puckered from the warm water, my arms wrapped around her waist. She’s sitting directly in front of me in the tub, her back to my stomach, and her hair pulled up into a bun to keep it dry. I slide my nose from her ear down to the crook of her neck, where there are tiny damp tendrils curling, and I feel my erection start to grow. “Feel better?” I ask in her ear as my right hand moves to her knee and trails up her milky inner thigh.

Her breath catches for a moment, and her legs start to tense as I reach the apex of her thighs. “Yeah, the bath is helping,” she answers huskily. My other hand goes to her nipple carefully.

I chuckle in her ear. “Good. Relax for me.” I spread her legs wide and caress her clit until she begins to moan, gliding two fingers inside of her, finding her G-spot. Her breathing begins to quicken at the sensation, and she starts to grind against my hard dick. I pull her even closer, tighter in my arms, and speed up the tempo of my fingers until her body begins to tense.

My dick is fully erect, hard against her ass. I lift her hips, lining her up, and sit her on my cock, facing out from me. She looks back at me, startled. “Do whatever feels good, Baby Girl.” I grind against her and watch her eyes shutter close with pleasure. She takes a few tentative strokes, riding me as if getting used to the sensation, before grinding down on my cock. When I reach over and start to rub her clit, she begins to ride me faster, deeper, and grinding down hard on me until finally, she leans back into me and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Sawyer, please,” she begs before I grab her hips and pull her harder against me, pushing me deeper. I grind into her, rubbing her clit. When my free hand pinches an erect nipple she arches her back and shudders with pleasure.

I chuckle into her ear. “See, you took all of me with no issue. You have to relax, Rosalie.” After getting out of the tub and drying off, I reach up for a towel and hand her the other to dry off. She looks at my erection, still hard against the towel. “On the bed. I need you again.” She blushes at me but dries off and wanders to the bed, pulling back the sheet and getting into bed. I walk toward her and spread her legs for me to lay between. Lining up my cock, I slip inside of her with ease.

She’s so wet, so soft for me. Her hands go to my chest, feeling the muscles before kissing next to my tattoo. “I always wondered if you have a six-pack,” she laughs.

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