There was no tease this time. No soft, barely-there touches. He was as sure and commanding with her body as he was with everything else. His fingers filled her, sliding in and out, as he worked his thumb on her clit, rolling and rotating around the bundle of nerves that had become the center of her universe. Every rotation of her hips. Every turn of his wrist as he played with her. Every silent touch that screamed with pleasure. Her flesh was so wet, so ready for him, that every brush of his skin against hers set off waves of sensation so intense she pressed her face into the bedding to muffle the moans she couldn’t stop herself from making. The tingling started in her thighs, spreading outward in minutes at first before rushing at light speed. Her entire body contracted as she came, screaming into the sheets.
Blood thundering in her ears, she took a deep breath and sighed as the world fell back into place. The only thing holding her up was Sawyer’s arm under her hips. She was deadweight at that moment, but he didn’t complain. Glancing back at him, she couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. The cocky bastard was rolling on a condom and staring at her as if he’d just painted the Mona Lisa, built the Leaning Tower of Pisa, and paddled a one-man canoe down the Amazon. He was incorrigible—and he’d kept his end of the bargain. Now she had to keep hers.
“I concede.”
Before she even had a chance to take in a breath, he’d lifted her into the air and set her down on her feet in front of him. She braced a hand on his unyielding chest to steady herself and took her first full look at the breathtaking package that was Sawyer Carlyle. His suits hadn’t been lying. Broad shoulders. A wide, muscular chest dusted with light brown hair. Narrow, football player hips with the strong legs to go with them. Unable to deny herself any longer, she let her gaze go to the cock she’d felt all too briefly in the hotel supply closet. Her mouth went dry. Full. Heavy. Long. And oh so happy to see her.
“Like what you see?” he asked before whipping her dress off over her head and making fast work of her bra.
“Very much,” she said, running her fingers across the most unexpected tattoo.
“Good.”
His fingers clamped around her wrist and he spun her around before half propelling, half carrying her to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city and pressed her palms flat against it.
“Exhibitionist much?” she asked, her heartbeat racing as she leaned forward and let her hard nipples brush against the cool glass.
“I don’t care about who can see us, but I want to see it all while I’m inside you.” He stood behind her, the almost overwhelming heat from his body seeping into hers. “I want you to have the whole vast world in your sights when you come again, squeezing my dick and calling my name.”
Oh God, his words gave her a bigger rush than any of her previous adventures. If this was what she had to look forward to over the next several weeks, she was going to hold on and enjoy the hell out of the ride before it ended. Watching his reflection in the window, she spread her legs and tilted her ass higher in the air. He didn’t need more of an invitation. Hands grasping her hips, holding her steady, he thrust inside her in one long, slow slide that had her gasping for breath even as she undulated against him.
He let out an almost pained groan. “Fuck, Clover.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Hard. Fast. Slow. Soft. She didn’t care. She just wanted it all. Now.
“Oh, don’t worry.” He withdrew all but the tip of his hard cock. “I will.”
…
Sawyer clenched his jaw tight and took a deep breath as he fought for control. The way things were going, he wouldn’t have any molars left by the end of the night. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make if it meant seeing Clover come apart again. She’d lost herself in the moment and had almost taken him with her, like some kind of teenager with his first girlfriend.
He tried to focus his attention on the high-rises that dotted the skyline so he could calm the urge to surge back into her and let go. The buildings, the big picture of Harbor City, couldn’t hold his attention, though, not with Clover here. The smooth lines of her back as she arched her spine fascinated him. The round curve of her hips that seemed to fit perfectly in his grasp was mesmerizing. The welcoming slick warmth of her stole his ability to consider anything else but her—even when he was barely inside her.
She tried to push back against him, but he held her firm.
Letting out a frustrated huff, she let her head drop so her forehead rested against the window. “Don’t you dare tease me anymore.”
“Who me?” As if he had the ability to do that anymore. He was praying for strength not to give in to all she offered, because once he sheathed himself again he knew without a doubt that it was going to be hard, fast, and fucking amazing.
“Yes, you and your go-slow-until-she’s-stupid plan.”
A bead of sweat ran down his neck as he fought not to thrust into her. Not yet. “It worked.”
“Fuck yeah it did,” she said with a soft laugh, which made her core squeeze the tip of his cock.
All the color bled out of his world as pleasure shot through him and his balls tightened. Fuck he was close. He ground another few millimeters off his molars and pulled back from the point of no coming back.
“If I go hard, I won’t be able to go for as long as I want,” he said, his gaze on the reflection of her beautiful face in the window.
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to tell me that your nickname should be Mr. One and Done?”
“Hell no.”
“Then fuck me and we’ll go slow next time.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. His control evaporated so thoroughly it was if it had never existed. He drove into her, claiming her as his. The moment he was as deep as he could go something primal woke up in him, recognizing something in Clover that Sawyer couldn’t pinpoint but knew was there, intangible and undeniable. After that, it was as if the moment controlled both of them. She met his every thrust, giving as good as she got, rotating her hips and pushing against him to drive him in farther, until they were one unit pursuing and chasing their climaxes together. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room along with hard breaths and desperate moans. She was close, he could feel it with every push forward so he slid one hand around her hip and glided it down her soft folds to her clit. She bucked against his touch. So sensitive and responsive.
“Yes, that’s it,” she panted. “Right there. Please.”
Denying her wasn’t something he was going to do. Putting one finger on each side of her clit, he rubbed against the bundle of nerves in time with each hard, deep thrust of his cock until she came screaming his name and squeezing him tight inside her. One more thrust and he followed behind her, his orgasm hitting him with the power of a six-ton truck.
When the world slowly came back into focus, he still had an arm tight around Clover’s waist, helping her to stand. For his part, two things were holding him upright at the moment: his hand planted against the window and sheer fucking will not to look like a wimp in front of the woman who’d just rocked his world.
“Bed,” he managed to get out.