Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“The shelves are amazing. You don’t like them?”
“I like them, but I thought you might want to build them.” He gives a small shrug. “I guess I wanted you to get a feel for the place when I finally got you here.”
Through it all, he still never doubted I would be his and this would be our home.
“Sawyer.” He’s right in front of me now, and I run my hands up his chest. When my fingers lace at the back of his neck, I look into his eyes. “You did good, but the desk.” I shake my head and pretend to be disappointed. “It looks like I’m going to have to build you one.”
A smile spreads across his handsome face, giving me those dimples. “That was the plan.”
“Sounds like you have all kinds of plans.” Sawyer's hands go to my ass, and he lifts me off my feet. A laugh bubbles out of me as I wrap my legs around him.
“Ladies love a man with a plan.” Now his expression is cocky, and I can’t say I hate it.
“Oh, do they?” I raise a teasing brow.
“It’s what I’ve heard.” He shrugs. “Look at me now. I’ve got my girl in our home with her legs wrapped around me.” His hands squeeze my ass, and he’s not wrong.
I don’t miss that he keeps calling this place ours or that he carried me over the threshold as if we’re already married.
"All right then, what's your next plan?"
"First, I feed you." Sawyer carries me into the kitchen and sets me down on the island. I let out a small huff, and he chuckles. "You don't like that plan?"
It’s not the worst one, but there are better ones I have in mind. I'm sure he does too.
"I guess I thought the plan was going to take place in the bedroom."
“Hmm, sounds like you need another orgasm.” He steps between my thighs, and heat blooms through my body.
“It’s your fault.” I shift, wiggling closer to him. “You’ve flipped a switch inside of me.”
“It better only be my fault.” He presses his cock against my core, and it’s thick and hard. “Every time my cock gets hard, it’s your fault.” Sawyer leans in, pressing a kiss to my jaw, then moves lower to press another to my chin.
"Do I really turn you on that much?" I’ve never considered myself sexy. I mean, come on, the sexiest thing I own is overalls, and that’s probably because they’re shorts.
"Soon you'll understand." He unfastens my overalls, causing the straps to drop. "Once I sink into that sweet heat, you won’t be able to keep me off you."
Sawyer rakes his teeth along my neck, and it pulls a moan from me. His hands are strong and possessive as I rock against him.
"You never had sex before,” I say and then grin. “You might hate it." I reach under his shirt, needing to touch bare skin.
"There is nothing about you I could ever hate."
"Is that so?"
"Never. Every part of you makes you my kitten." He lifts his head to stare down at me. "Claws and all."
The look of intensity in his eyes lets me know how much he means the words. How he truly believes that I’m perfect exactly as I am.
I rake my nails down his chest, and it pulls a groan of pleasure from him. The sound goes straight to my core, and I watch as he closes his eyes. Boldly, I run my hand along the top of his jeans, but he grabs my wrist to stop me.
“I need to feed you. When was the—”
“Are you sure you want to eat?” I challenge playfully.
Sawyer’s eyes pop open, his mouth drawing up in a smirk. “Oh, I’m going to eat.” He grips the bottom sides of my overalls and in one hard tug has them down my legs. As soon as they drop to the floor, all teasing stops. “Take the top off.”
Sawyer may be giving the order, but he doesn’t wait for it to be followed. He reaches for it himself, and the next thing I know, I’m sitting on his counter in nothing but my bra and panties.
“So damn beautiful.” He grips the back of my neck, pulling me toward him while leaning in at the same time. He claims my mouth before his tongue thrusts in, stroking as deep as he can get. “I'm going to check if I got the height right,” Sawyer says against my lips.
“What?” I ask, lost in lust. All I can do is wonder why his mouth is no longer on mine when he drops to his knees.
“Nailed it,” he says, his face at the perfect level to my sex.
“What are you talking about? Nailed what?” I can’t string thoughts together because my body aches with anticipation.
"I need to taste you, kitten,” he says softly before he tugs my panties to the side. I watch as he dips his head between my thighs, and then his tongue is parting the folds of my sex and finding my clit.