Playing With Pleasure (18 page)

He didn’t like to dwell on the darker memories from his time in the military, but they still lurked in the shadows of his mind, a subconscious thing, yet still there. Paige was the calming presence in his life that he’d been searching for. He’d known it the first time they’d dated, and tonight only confirmed what he’d already realized and accepted.

But he didn’t want her to have any regrets, and he was going to make sure that when she woke up in the morning, she knew what tonight meant to him, what
she
meant to him. That he didn’t take her gift of trust for granted. That he wanted and needed her in his life and he planned on doing whatever it took to make her feel secure with him.

And in time, and with care, he hoped her forgiveness would follow.

*     *     *

The sound of
someone moving around in her kitchen woke Paige from a deep sleep. She started to sit up in a moment of alarm, until she remembered that Sawyer had stayed the night and was most likely the culprit. And if she remembered correctly, he liked a strong cup of coffee in the morning to start his day.

She stretched her arms over her head, groaning softly as muscles throughout her body ached in protest. Good Lord, she’d never felt so sore, even after going to the gym, she thought with a goofy grin on her face. But then again, she’d never had ropes pulled so tight and straining across her midsection and arms, around her breasts, and over her shoulders. She’d never been taken so well or so thoroughly.

When Sawyer had finally released the bindings, the rush of pleasure she’d felt through her body was almost the equivalent of an orgasm as her circulation had tingled and come back to life. That in itself had felt soooo good, as had the way Sawyer had taken care of her afterward. He’d insisted on rubbing her chafed skin with lotion, which had pretty much lulled her to sleep. She couldn’t help herself. It had been an exhausting day all around.

She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was eight thirty in the morning, and because it was a Sunday, her normal day off, she didn’t feel that panic attack to rush to the shop, even though she had a ton of work waiting for her there. It was quiet on Sundays, and without other distractions of phone calls or clients stopping by or Summer asking her questions, Paige actually got a lot done. She’d have breakfast with Sawyer, then head into the store.

She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. She brushed her teeth, and one look at her reflection in the mirror revealed a very disheveled version of herself, as well as a woman who’d been well and truly fucked. She had to admit that she looked good like that, her skin flushed, her eyes bright, a satisfied smile on her lips.
And, oh my God
, Sawyer had actually left a
hickey
on her neck where he’d bitten her! Thank goodness she didn’t have to deal with customers today.

With a shake of her head, she turned on the water, and as soon as it was hot, she got into the shower and stepped under the spray. She’d just finished rinsing the shampoo from her hair when the glass door opened behind her and Sawyer—completely, gloriously naked—joined her in the fairly spacious stall.

“Hey,” she said softly, feeling a little bit shy about last night, even though she’d enjoyed every single thing he’d done to her. But the one thing that had changed was the fact that she didn’t feel the need to cross her arms over her breasts or shift her body so her hips didn’t look so wide. If her extra curves truly weren’t issues for Sawyer, then why should they be for her?

Judging by the slight pull between his brows, something was bothering him. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice reflecting his pensive expression.

“I’m fine,” she assured him, way too distracted by the way the water slid down his chest, his abs, and lower. She wanted to follow the trail with her tongue.

His gaze searched her face, looking for some kind of confirmation. “After last night, I just didn’t want you to…”

Pull away
. She could see the words in his eyes, the concern that he’d pushed her too far, too fast. “I’m good, Sawyer.” She smiled as she poured her peach soap onto the shower pouf. “
Really
good,” she added to ease any other doubts.

His relief was palpable, and with a grin, he grabbed the sponge from her and began lightly buffing her chest, then around her breasts, careful not to abrade her still-sensitive nipples. “It’s a gorgeous day out already,” he said, scrubbing a little lower, then sliding the soap down her stomach and oh-so-gently between her thighs. “Want to run off and spend the day at the beach with me?” he asked hopefully.

That honestly sounded delightful, a day without responsibilities or a half-made bridesmaid gown that needed to be finished hanging over her head. Ugh. She hated that she had to turn him down. “I really, really can’t,” she said as he motioned for her to turn around so he could scrub her back, but she didn’t miss the disappointment in his eyes. “In fact, these next two weeks are going to be nothing short of insanity. I’ll be at the shop every spare moment I have, probably late into the night. Next weekend is the wedding, and the weekend after that the bridal expo. I have so much to do—”

“I understand,” he said, cutting her off, though his voice wasn’t at all gruff.

He dragged the pouf across her shoulders, down her back to her thighs, and into all the crevices in between. The man was incredibly thorough in everything he did.

She rinsed off, then turned back around so she was facing him. Before she could say anything or apologize, he spoke.

“After the wedding, and after the bridal thingy you have to do, do you think we could find the time to go out on a
real
date?” he asked as he hung the sponge back on its hook. “You know, dinner at a restaurant, a movie, coming back to your place and making out like horny teenagers on the couch like we did last Saturday at my place?” His tone was playful, but the heat in his eyes made her breathless.

She wondered if she’d ever get use to his effect on her. “Oh, I think we’ve gone way past that last part,” she said with a laugh. “In fact, it’s going to be incredibly hard to top last night.”

He looked extremely pleased at her compliment, as well as the fact that she really was okay with that darker side to his personality.

He placed a hand on her chest and pushed her back as he took a step toward her, until her shoulders were flat against the cool glass enclosure. “Well, if I can’t spend the day with you, then I just need to get my fill of you now.”

Her pulse leapt at his sexy insinuation, and liquid heat pooled in her belly. Just like that, she was aroused and excited. Wet in a way that had nothing to do with a shower. How was that possible when he’d utterly exhausted her the evening before?

She wondered if he felt the same. “You didn’t have enough last night?”

“
Never
enough of you, Paige,” he said huskily. “And I’m suddenly very, very hungry. Ravenous, actually, and I have a huge appetite in the mornings.”

With a deviously wicked grin, he knelt in front of her, draped a leg over his shoulder to part her thighs to what he craved, and pressed his hot, open mouth to her pussy.

She gasped as his tongue slid between her folds, moaned when he added just the right amount of suction to that bundle of nerves that sprang to life the moment he captured it between his lips, and shuddered when he buried his face farther between her legs.

One of her hands reached out and twisted in his hair, and the other pressed flat against the glass cubicle for support as he speared his tongue deeper into her channel, then pushed two long fingers inside her sheath, fucking her with those digits as slowly and leisurely as his swirling tongue lapped at her flesh.

She made the mistake of looking down, of seeing the way she shamelessly rode his mouth, along with the wholly masculine expression on his face as he ate her, giving her so much pleasure that there was nothing she could do but surrender to his provocative ministrations. Her climax rolled through her body, tensing her muscles and flooding her limbs with sensation. She hissed between her teeth and let her head roll back until the orgasm ebbed.

He stood back up, looking extremely smug with himself, and completely drenched from the shower spray. He combed his fingers through his hair to get it off his face, then leaned more fully into her. He pushed his hard cock through her slick folds and groaned like a dying man.

“Fuck, I need a condom and I don’t have any left with me.”

Paige
really
wanted to reciprocate the pleasure and didn’t want to resort to a hand job. She glanced over at the small, tiled bench in the shower cubicle and decided to fulfill a fantasy of his instead. Moving around him, she sat down on the edge of the wet tile and realized the height was perfect for what she had in mind.

She gave him her best come-hither smile. “Come here and I’ll take care of that problem for you.”

He raised a very interested brow, his gaze zeroing in on her mouth as he positioned himself closer, between her spread legs, blocking her from the shower spray. He clearly and eagerly expected her to suck him off, but instead, she filled her hands with her breasts and pressed them together.

“I want you to fuck my tits,” she said, deliberately using the crude male version of the word, which made his cock twitch as if she’d stroked it.

His mouth fell open, then shut again as he stared at her with a combination of hope and disbelief. “Are you fucking serious?”

She rubbed her breasts together enticingly and even lightly pinched her nipples since she knew that drove him crazy, too. “Didn’t you say you fantasized about it?”

“Yeah.” He took his shaft in his hand, pumping it through his fist, making it harder, thicker than it already was.

Watching him stroke his cock was so incredibly hot, and she tried not to let the sight of his big, masculine hand wrapped around his erection distract her from what she’d intended. “Then do it,” she urged him in a seductively husky voice. “I want you to.”

He didn’t hesitate a moment longer. Placing a hand on the glass shower wall for balance, he fit the head of his cock between her breasts and gave a slow upward thrust of his hips. His shaft slid through that wet, slippery valley of flesh, the softness of her breasts surrounding him, cushioning him. The swollen crest peeked out the top, and Paige couldn’t resist the urge to lower her head and lick across the sensitive tip.

“
Jesus
,” he breathed, the muscles in his stomach flexing as he withdrew, then thrust back up again and again in a gradually increasing rhythm. He watched everything, his gaze turning a dark shade of brown and his expression fascinated and aroused.

A muscle in his cheek bunched, and it didn’t take long for his breathing to turn choppy, erratic, and his eyes to glaze over with the beginning of an impending climax. She wet her bottom lip with her tongue and squeezed her breasts tighter together, massaging his cock and increasing the snug pressure around his shaft as his hips started pumping faster and faster, his chest heaving with every labored inhale and exhale.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up as he bent over and his came down. His lips crashed against hers, and he moaned into her mouth as he kissed her deeply, greedily, their teeth clashing as he tried to consume her. And then he was grunting, his hips jerking hard, his entire body tensing as she felt the thick, hot surge of his release coating her chest, her breasts, as he came.

He shuddered a few more times, then finally released her lips so he could press his forehead to hers. “What a great way to start the day,” he murmured in that sexy, satisfied voice of his.

She laughed and couldn’t agree more.

*     *     *

Sawyer strolled into
the offices of Noble and Associates after a day of security detail for a local client and greeted the receptionist with a smile. “Hi, Gail. I have a meeting with Mac,” he said of one of the partners of the security firm.

The other woman nodded and returned his smile, even as she continued typing something into her computer. “He said to send you back to his office when you arrive. He’s waiting for you.”

“Thanks.” He headed in that direction. The back area was quiet and deserted, but then again, it was nearly five o’clock in the afternoon on a Wednesday. When he reached Mac’s office, he rapped on the open door to announce his presence and kept walking inside. Since Sawyer knew he was there to learn the specifics of an upcoming assignment that had just been arranged, which took a good fifteen minutes to a half hour of time, he sat down without waiting for the other man to offer him a seat.

“Thanks for stopping by, Sawyer,” Mac said as he finished writing something down on a notepad and set his pen aside. “Earlier today I got a call from a client specifically asking to hire you for an evening of protection and security.”

“Okay,” Sawyer said, thinking it had to be a repeat client. “Who, what, when, and where?”

The corner of Mac’s mouth tipped up in a grin. “The
who
is Melissa Moore. It’s for security at a wedding reception this Saturday at her estate home in Fallbrook.” Mac’s gaze turned curious. “Do you know her?”

Sawyer hadn’t yet gotten past the
Melissa Moore
part of the conversation. Paige’s stepmother had called and requested
his
security and protection services for her wedding reception? Why
him
? Especially considering his past with both Ashley and Paige. Talk about an awkward situation, especially in such a personal, intimate setting.

“Yes, I know her,” he replied hesitantly while trying to get a better feel for how he’d gotten roped into the job. “Did she say
why
she wanted me?”

“Didn’t ask, and it doesn’t matter,” Mac said with a shrug as he leaned back in his chair. “Since the guy she’s marrying is a solid client of ours, I’d like to keep him and, by extension, his future wife happy. Do you have a problem with the assignment?”

Sawyer bit his tongue. “No, sir,” he replied. What was he going to say to Mac, anyway? That he didn’t want to do the detail because he’d slept with his current girlfriend’s stepsister? Yeah, that would go over well with his employer. Jesus, what a fucked up predicament.