Silver Heart (20 page)

“You think of me as summer,” I murmured. “I’ve always thought of you as winter.”

“What does winter taste like?”

Rising up on my tiptoes, I caught his pulse between my teeth. “Icy,” I whispered as he released a deep groan. My tongue flicked over his clean-shaven skin, traveling up to his lips. “Dangerous.” As another groan ripped through his chest, his hand shot out to cradle the back of my neck, hungrily uniting our lips. “Sexy,” I breathed, sliding my hands under his shirt and raking my nails over his tight muscles.

That seemed to push him over the edge. Taking command of my lips, he entwined his tongue with mine and directed me over to the nearby wall. The hard surface connected with my back at the same time as his body crashed into my front.

His strong hips pinned me in place as his hand cupped my breast. He massaged me with the palm of his hand, then teased the nipple over the fabric of my tank top, drawing out breathless moans from deep within my very core. A wave of pleasure shot through me as I began to rock my hips in rhythm to the strokes of his hand.

My heart hammered wildly and my knees began to shake as an aching throb erupted from between my thighs. Liquid heat washed over me, and I was suddenly fully aware of my pulse. It was everywhere. Ringing in my ears, crashing in my head, pounding between my legs, beating with so much raw need I thought I was going to pass out. It swelled to a desperate crescendo and I felt like I wasn’t going to survive unless I felt some kind of release where I needed it most.

Intensifying our kiss, I wrapped one leg around Sawyer, pulling him deeper into me. The warmth of his erection dug into my side, drawing further ripples of excitement from every nerve in my body.

Just as my body temperature soared to a dangerous high, a shock of coldness grazed my left arm, immediately drawing my attention to the spot it emanated from. Sawyer was holding the popsicle against a dark bruise on my skin, letting it soothe the injury.

Heat returned to the area in the form of his mouth as his lips gently kissed away the excess juice. He then trailed the frozen bar down my arm, all the way to the center of my wrist, following the sweet, sticky path with his tongue. Excited shivers shot through my entire body as I let out a soft moan.

“Show me where all the bruises are,” he commanded. “I want to make every single one feel better.” He pulled up the bottom of my tank top, slowly revealing the lower part of my stomach.

“I don’t have any there,” I whispered, wishing I had.

“I know.” He slid the popsicle over the skin right below my navel, drawing small circles all the way down to the waistband of my shorts. The coldness hit my warm skin, provoking a gasp from my lips and causing my muscles to spasm in response.

Raising his dark lashes to peer up at me, Sawyer grinned and inched up the hem of the tank top, slowly pulling it over the curves of my breast. “How about here?”

“No.” Another gasp escaped my lips as the fabric caught on the hard peaks of my nipples. I held my breath, enduring an agonizingly torturous wait as he peeled off my tank top and trailed the popsicle up the center of my stomach all the way to my right nipple. The closer he got, the more I began to squirm. “Nothing there.” I gasped.

“You sure?” The icy treat circled my areola as he claimed my nipple between his teeth, alternating between gentle bites and more demanding licks.

Cool, fruity liquid trickled down the side of my breast, and Sawyer lapped it up with his tongue before switching his attention to the other side. The quick shift between hot and cold, rough and soft had my head spinning and my hips bucking in no time.

He noticed my impatience to have his lips all over my body. “You’re right,” he said with an impish smirk. “Your legs need some attention too.”

Sliding to his knees, he slowly glided his palms down the side of my body. As his hands curved over my hips, his fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts. In a leisurely, smooth swoop, he pulled them down, leaving me completely exposed to him.

“No panties?” He sounded pleasantly surprised.

I shook my head. “I don’t wear any to bed.”

“I wish I’d known that when I’d slept over at your brother’s.” His voice was lustfully deep, intoxicatingly dreamy.

“It’s not like you would’ve done anything.”

His pupils dilated and his eyes darkened as he appraised my nakedness. “Maybe not then…but now…” He trailed the popsicle all the way down the center of my body, through the concave valley of my stomach and over my pubic bone, then took a detour to my right thigh where he nursed a small bruise. First with the cold treat, then with an even sweeter treat—his kiss.

“Goddamn, Silver,” he growled. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Even with all these bruises?” The simple act of breathing had become a challenge.

“The fact that they’re snowboarding trophies is kind of a turn-on.” The popsicle made its way to another bruise, this time on the side of my thigh as he glided his other hand down the length of my leg, slowly torturing my skin with his fingers.

The cold could do very little to subdue the lustful flames burning within my very core, and I suddenly realized that it was unfair for him to be fully dressed while I stood so openly exposed.

I managed to tug his shirt over his head, wanting to feel his skin under my fingertips, but he stopped me when I reached for his belt-buckle.

“The pants stay on,” he said, placing his hand against my stomach and directing me back up against the wall. “Tonight is all about you, remember? You being taken care of. You losing control.” Then he bit my lip and added, “And me keeping mine.”

With those words, he guided my right leg over his left shoulder and kissed his way up, bringing his mouth dangerously close to the pulsing heat between my thighs. A torturous eternity passed as he treated every inch of my skin to an arousing combination of fiery pleasures and icy thrills. The popsicle wasn’t the only thing melting away—my bones, my brain, my skin…my entire essence was dissolving into Sawyer.

The moment it connected with the throbbing bundle of sensitive nerves within me, I couldn’t stifle my elated cry. Sawyer immediately soothed away my shivers with his warm tongue.

Though the popsicle had brought earthly pleasures, his mouth took me to a whole different dimension. I was off in his universe, completely bewitched by his every move. My fingers snaked though his hair, grasping at the strands, pulling him deeper into me as I bit down on my lip and moaned in ecstasy.

“You’re so fucking delicious, Silver,” he groaned, his voice vibrating through me, impaling me as his mouth grazed my wet folds.

Holy hell. Or maybe heaven.

I didn’t even know anymore…

Digging his fingers into the side of my leg, he pulled my thigh further on his shoulder, plunging both his tongue and the popsicle into me at the same time. I cried out and bucked under him as he worked me, moaning his name over and over again until the syllables melted into one another and the name “Sawyer” just became one extremely long cry of pleasure.

My entire world consisted of four earth-shattering sensations: the tantalizing hardness of this tongue, the exciting coldness of the popsicle, the euphorically painful sharpness of his teeth, and the soothing warmth of his lips.

With other guys, I would’ve been overanalyzing this very moment. Without a doubt, I would’ve felt vulnerable and worried about being so exposed. But no feelings of anxiety accompanied my intimate moments with Sawyer.

If someone had told me that, one day, I would be standing naked in front of him and unabashedly enjoying every moment of his superhuman exploration of my body, I wouldn’t have believed them. But here I was, and I didn’t care how I looked in midst of losing control. I was so turned on I could hardly think.

All I knew was that Sawyer and I felt right.

So, so right.

I enjoyed surrendering all control and letting him take the reins for a while. I had no doubts that he would guide me toward the gratifying rapture he promised with every expert stroke and each hard kiss. I’d spent too much time striving for power over every aspect of my life, guarding myself from experiences that should’ve been enjoyable and freeing. Sometimes a seemingly trivial thing like a kiss could also be the most beautiful, erotic thing in the world.

With the right person, of course.

And Sawyer was definitely the right person for me. My body responded to him with such familiarity and ease. All he had to do was shoot me one look with those bright green eyes and I was ready and willing to do anything he demanded.

With each touch, I wanted to come undone for him, bear my body, mind, and soul for him. Even after all these years, I trusted him with my whole heart. He’d always been my second half—the only person who could ever make me feel whole.

At the same time, he had the skill to surprise me and make me feel things I’d never imagined could be possible. This grown-up version of Sawyer was different from the guy I used to know. He was no longer a wounded, confused boy.

He was possessive and commanding, but not egotistically demanding. He made me feel so wanted, while at the same time assuring me that I was wanted in all the right ways.

For me. All of me.

And right now, as the television light illuminated his muscular back, bathing his smooth skin in a soft, silver glow, I wanted all of him too. Desperate to show him just how much I needed him, I clutched his shoulders with my hands, digging my fingers into the tattoos along his back.

With all my might, I urged him to stand so that I could have his entire length against me. He grunted out loud as my nails sank into his skin, but followed my command and flooded my entire body with hot kisses as he trailed his way up to my lips.

The popsicle hit the floor with a soft thud, and his long fingers enveloped both of my wrists. Pinning my arms above my head, he hooked his free hand underneath my thigh, gently lifting my leg and wrapping it around him. I followed his lead with my other leg until both limbs were firmly locked around his hips. The only thing keeping me in place was Sawyer’s strength and the hard wall behind me.

“I love not watching movies with you,” he murmured huskily before he annihilated my mouth with his, ravenously sucking on my lips.

The rough fabric of his jeans was the only thing separating us now. As he continued to thrust against me, a sudden burst of carnal desire detonated within me, accompanied by a rush of wetness between my thighs. Excited shivers traveled down my legs as I moved my hips in rhythm to Sawyer’s pumps, desperate to feel him inside me.

My mind was spinning. “I want…”

“What do you want, baby?” Sawyer urged, intensifying his grip. Raw lust pulsed through each one of his words.

“I…need…” I breathed, unable to finish the sentence. A frantic longing for release claimed my body.

Sawyer halted his movements and dipped his forehead to mine. His lips were red and his eyes looked hazy. “Tell me what you need, Silver.”

“You,” I whispered into his mouth. “I want…I
need
you.” My words were both a demand and a plea as I tangled my fingers through his hair. “More of you. All of you. I want you…to…”

“To what, Silver? Tell me,” he commanded. “Say it.”

“To make me come,” I exhaled, startled by the powerful boldness coursing through me. Sawyer had a way of unlocking my desires and tearing down my inhibitions.

With him, I wasn’t afraid. Of anything.

He seemed pleasantly surprised by my brazen demand. “Is that what you want?”

Hell yes!
I nodded impatiently. “Please.”

“You have no idea how sexy you are right now, Silver,” he groaned, firmly grasping onto my hips. “Though I should probably warn you…I’m not going to stop until I’m sure that your request has been properly fulfilled. And then some.”

Smiling wickedly, he lowered me to the ground. Spreading my legs, he reprised his place between my thighs, once again plunging me into dangerous depths of maddening bliss. This time, instead of the popsicle, two skillful fingers accompanied his mouth.

Oh, God…oh, God…oh, Saaaawyer!

It wasn’t long before I was quivering and panting his name, forcing him to grunt out loud and increase the intensity with which he lured me toward what promised to be a world-shattering, body-splitting, mind-numbing climax.

“I love hearing you moan like that,” he said into me. “My name…at the back of your throat…inside your mouth…sliding from your lips—it’s such an incredible turn-on.”

Holy shit. Why did those words drive me so wild?

He wasn’t even saying anything naughty, but something about the weight of his low, raspy voice made them sound so deliciously filthy
.
My nipples tightened and a rush of heat spread through my body, shooting into my already soaked core.

There was no way that I could hold on any longer.

I was eager to unravel and burst into a puddle of pure liquid pleasure, but Sawyer wasn’t letting me have what I wanted. Not yet, anyway. He was in complete control of my release and he was drawing out my pleasure.

Taunting me. Teasing me.

Bringing me right to the edge with fast, hard, expert strokes, only to pull away and slow down just as I was ready to jump off the cliff. Each thrust of his fingers and every lick of his tongue left me craving, wanting, needing more of him.

Though I knew it was medically impossible, I was pretty sure that I was going to die from pleasure. Shouting Sawyer’s name, I pleaded with him, and he responded by giving me more of him—faster pumps, deeper plunges, extra pressure with his tongue.

I shut my eyes and blinding stars appeared in front of my lids, their sparkling brilliance matching the powerful throbbing inside me. For a brief moment all I could hear were our heavy breaths and the primal sounds of our combined pleasure—Sawyer’s groans melted into my moans and his ragged pants were swallowed up by my delighted cries. As he carried me toward the climax I so desperately craved, I surrendered every ounce of control and let him own all of me.