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.“Everywhere,” she whispered, arching her back and thrusting her breast more fully into his hand.Sawyer growled and lifted her onto the counter so she was eye level with him.Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him close.The hardness pressing against her left her with no doubt about what he wanted right then—it was exactly what she did.His hands moved up and down her back, trailing goose bumps along her spine, sliding under her shirt to touch her bare flesh.She wanted to feel him too, had to feel his hard body against her palms again, and worked his jacket off, then his T-shirt.Everything about him was stunning, perhaps even more so in the light of the shop rather than the shadows of the woods from the other night.She could better explore him now, from the dusting of almost blond hair on his chest that pointed downward to his firm pecs to the cut muscle of the flat of his stomach.When her thumbs brushed over his nipples, he took in a sharp breath.She trailed her hand down, over the flat plane of his stomach, straight to his jeans and rubbed him through the denim.“Goddamn,” he rasped and mouthed her throat, hands at her back pulling her more fully against him.“You don’t waste time, do you?”She flushed hotly.“Is that okay?”“More than okay.” He worked her shirt up and off her head, tossed it on the counter beside her, and swept his gaze over her breasts.And he really looked at her, not just like she was a quick piece of ass to be glanced at and forgotten but like he wanted to see her, to take in all of her and commit her body to memory.He loosened the straps of her bra from her shoulders, let it fall and take the cotton cups with them until her breasts were on full display, heavy and needy with want.His head dipped and he took one nipple into his mouth while he massaged the other.Oh God, everything in her body felt like it was on fire—delicious, yearning fire that was ready to consume her completely.She rocked her pelvis, rubbing her pussy against his cock through his clothes, showing him precisely how wild he was driving her.“I need you inside me this time,” she gasped.His big hands moved to span her waist, squeeze her against him, and his mouth moved back to hers to kiss her hard.When she felt his fingers pop the top button of her slacks and ease the zipper down, her pussy clenched in want.Just like she remembered from the other night, he knew just how to touch her—the way he cupped her mound, slid his fingers into her damp heat, had her squirming and whimpering.She worked herself against his hand, her slippery folds taking his fingers easily.“And with an incredible lack of forethought on my part, I didn’t bring anything,” he said with a frustrated sigh.Still he stroked her, worked his fingers in and out of her, until she was practically purring with need.“I can dart out to a corner store if one’s open.”Bryar chuckled at the thought.“‘Sean Philip Sawyer buys condoms—details on page five.’”“That would at least make page three,” he replied.He grasped the waistband of her jeans.“Lift.”She braced her hands on the edge of the counter and lifted her hips at his command, waited there as he eased her slacks and panties off and let them drop to the floor.He gripped her ankles, raised them so her feet balanced on the countertop’s edge near her hands.His hands glided up her legs smoothly, ankle to calf, past her knees to her thighs, and he whispered in a low, hot voice.“Spread for me.”Bryar shivered and let her knees drop to the sides, baring herself to him.Sawyer drew in a deep breath, his fingers pushing into her again.Her head snapped back in a gasp, hips working to thrust with him.She was close but she wanted more.“I want all of you,” she said with a moan.“Filling me up, fucking me hard.”“Does the corner store deliver?”Her head lolled to the side as he kissed down her throat, her hands running up and down his chest, nails raking his skin as climax built faster and faster.Then realization hit her.“Wait, wait, my purse.” She blinked up at him, grinning widely.“There might be something in my purse.Hopefully not expired.”She didn’t have to tell him twice, he was already twisting around and scanning the room.He saw her bag hanging near the door before she could point it out and immediately closed the distance to it in just a few long strides.Bryar shifted on the counter, knees still spread and breasts exposed, panting.She should feel embarrassed or awkward, maybe, but her focus was on Sawyer—the corded muscle along his back and arms when he moved, the jeans sitting low on his hips that she desperately wanted to divest him of.He unzipped her purse, rifled through it with a frown.“Inside pocket,” she directed and silently prayed she was right [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]