Silver Heart (27 page)

Those green eyes continued to keep me prisoner, and by the time he was on the very last button, I was squirming in anticipation. He shot me a lopsided, drunken smirk, seemingly enjoying the gyration of my hips, and moved my thighs apart in an attempt to bring me closer.

The hem of my skirt tightened, inching up as my sweater fell open to reveal my bra. A wave of cold air washed over my skin, causing me to release an involuntary shudder.

“And I love seeing that.” Sawyer’s eyes glazed over with a smoky sultriness as he trailed his thumb over the thin edge of silky material where fabric met skin.

A pleased groan tumbled out from within the depths of his chest, covering me in its sweet, husky melody. As his palm stretched out to cup my breast, his tongue grazed his teeth, suddenly reminding me of a predatory animal preparing to pounce on his prey.

He kept his eyes pinned to mine, worshiping me with his gaze as his hand slipped beneath the underwire of my bra. His thumb and forefinger trapped my nipple, first massaging it gently, then pulling and twisting with more intensity, testing my pain threshold. Euphoric tremors slammed into me and I moaned an eager response to the waves of excitement coursing through me.

“I also definitely like hearing those,” Sawyer said, clamping down even tighter.

With another moan, I pressed myself deeper into his hand, leaning forward and yanking at the fabric of his sweater. I wanted it off. I wanted all his clothes off so that I could rake my fingers over his skin and feel every inch of him.

A flurry of thoughts swirled around in my head as I imagined all the things I wanted to do to him. However, in this moment, even the slightest display of free will seemed impossible to achieve.

Sawyer had dazed me into some kind of a trance, hypnotizing me by the bottomless pools of green that were his eyes. The golden specs shimmering in his irises were dazzling. And dangerous. Maintaining eye-contact with him was like looking into a bright, blinding flame.
No
. It was more than that—it was a slow, mounting descent into an inferno. But I didn’t care. I was ready to plunge headfirst into its fiery depths and drown myself in the tantalizing flames of pleasure it promised.

He continued to tease my nipple, flicking the pad of his thumb over the pebbled peak, as he slipped his other hand between my thighs. The moment he pressed against the dampness seeping through my stockings, more heat shot into his eyes, drilling into me.

“Feeling your excitement drives me wild, Silver.” His hand slid up, then dove under the elastic waistband of my stockings. Two fingers plunged into me as his thumb rubbed over my hot center.

Crying out in ecstasy, I moved my hips, taking him deeper into me. The pressure of both of his hands drove me wild, luring me to the point of no return.

But then he stilled completely.

“
Sawyer
…” I whimpered.

He responded to my plea with a slow, sinful smirk. “You wanted to live in the present. So I’m going to take my time enjoying every single second of it.”

Ooooh, fuck.

He was back to just looking. And I was back to not breathing as I attempted to keep myself from bursting with the frenzied, aching need to have him inside me.

“I’m going to keep you here forever. You know that, right?” His gravelly voice had the power to command my pulse. My heart hammered against my ribcage, probably wishing it could jump out and collide with him.

“I want to savor every inch of you,” he said. “Make you feel things you’ve never felt before. I promise you, Silver, this present is going to be imprinted in both of our brains forever.” His hands were still on and inside me, but now completely motionless.

“Oh, God.”
What was he doing to me?

As a science major I was well-aware that orgasms could not be achieved through eye-contact. But whatever was happening to my body as Sawyer literally eye-fucked me was bringing me pretty damn close to the point of no return.

His name pulsed in my head, hammered in my chest, and throbbed within the wetness of my core. I was ready to scream it at the top of my lungs as I pleaded with him to release me.

So I did.
Sort of.

“Sawyer…please...” My words were a hushed murmur. Desperate and needy. I took a deep breath, calmed my racing heart, and tried again. “Keep touching me, Sawyer. I need you to keep touching me. Please.”

I was going to explode from sheer anticipation.

Refusing to be away from him for another second, I took control of the situation and crashed my mouth against his, hungrily parting his lips and greeting his tongue.

“And, more than anything, I love to taste those.” He filled my mouth with a deep, throaty groan of pleasure, and before I knew what was happening, chaos exploded all around us.

Our bodies entwined, we melted into a tangle of lips and limbs, our hands exploring each other hastily as we fought to shed the clothes standing in our way. His hoodie flew off. Trailing right behind it was his shirt. My sweater hit the floor. The sound of his front zipper ripping open was followed by the noise of something tearing.

Stockings
, I immediately realized when Sawyer’s cool fingers connected with the blazing skin on my thighs. Another rip echoed through the room as he practically tore them off my legs. We managed to find a way to lose my boots in the process, leaving behind only my skirt, undies, and bra.

The entire time, Sawyer’s mouth stayed fastened to mine, only parting for an instant when it became absolutely essential to breathe. His ragged pants hummed against my lips until they melted into mine and we began to exist as one.

A storm raged within me, filling me with a raw, primal longing. Sawyer had, once again, managed to strip me of both my desire for control and my ability to think. My focus was only on
wants
and
needs
. Worries and doubts had no place in our present.

“
Sawyer
...” Winding my arms around his neck, I thrust my hands in his hair and tangled my fingers into his locks, tugging him closer. I captured his bottom lip between my teeth, caressing his faded scar with my tongue, gently twisting the soft tissue until he cried my name.

“Fuck, that’s sexy.” He dug his fingers into my flesh, seizing away my dominance with his powerful kiss. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

We were caught in a passionate battle of who would bring the other person more pleasure. Not wanting to be outdone, I grinded against him as I worked his jeans over his hips, releasing him from the constraints of the tough fabric.

“I want you.” This time around, there wasn’t an ounce of doubt in my voice. Unable to wait any longer, I wrapped my hand around his strained erection, pressing myself against its hard length. “
Now
.”

“Shit,” he swore, grasping my waist to hinder my movement.

“What is it?”

“Condom,” he groaned. “I don’t have one.”

Don’t most guys carry an entire box in their wallet?
I wanted to scream, but my head spun hazily.
Had he not calculated on getting lucky this week?

Okay, I hadn’t either, but the last thing I wanted was to stop now. My body swelled with urgency as I tightened my grip around him and bit down on his shoulder. He groaned when I began to pump my hand, but still held my hips at a distance.

“
Silver
…” He nudged my head toward the cabinets across from us. “Up there.” The entire top shelf was filled with glass jars containing various medical equipment, including colorful, shiny packets.

Jackpot. Thank you, horny forest rangers.

Slipping off his lap, I ran over to the commode, suddenly filled with an even greater urgency than before. I propped my right knee on one of the bottom cabinets and stretched toward the top shelf.

Sawyer groaned again. “What in the world possessed you to wear that tiny skirt?” Right away, it dawned on me that he had a direct view up my skirt.

“What? You don’t like it?” I teased, purposefully arching my back to flash a little more skin.

“I fucking
love
it. Are you trying to drive me insane?”

“Kind of,” I admitted, shooting him a pleased grin over my shoulder.

“Well, it’s working.”

Sawyer was leaning against the couch, one arm sprawled against the backrest, all of his muscles on perfectly delicious display. Shirtless, with his lids half-open, his dark hair falling messily over his eyes, and his lips red and raw, he looked so edible.

His other hand gripped onto the hardness below his waist. Watching him touch himself as he devoured me with his gaze turned me on so much. Instinctively, I hiked my knee further, spreading my legs a little wider.

Sawyer’s eyes blazed as his head fell back against the cushion. “You’re going to kill me,” he moaned toward the ceiling. “At least you know how to resuscitate me if I have a heart attack, right?”

“I’ll work my magic,” I promised.

“You already are, baby.” With a carnal roar, he pushed off the couch and dove after me. His strong hands gripped my hips as his body slammed into mine. He clutched me from behind, grazing my ear with his teeth, dissolving into me.

“I love taking care of you, Silver,” he whispered heatedly. “You know that, right?”

I nodded. “Uh-huh.” It was hard to concentrate when he was this close.

Why did he have to smell so damn good?

“But I’m warning you…I won’t be gentle this time,” he said and I nearly unraveled right then and there. “I can’t hold back.” His voice sounded so lusciously sinful.

“Then don’t,” I urged as he slid his hand down my spine, gliding over the curve of my buttocks. “Please, don’t hold back.”

“Trust me, I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” His hand dipped under my skirt, touching my bare skin. “And I
don’t
want to. Which brings us back to this...” My legs began to shake as Sawyer’s palm skated to the front of my soaked underwear, rubbing against the heat between my thighs.

He unzipped my skirt, slowly guiding it over my curves all the way to the floor. I stepped out of it, lowering my leg from the cabinet in the process. His hands soared over my exposed bottom, taking a moment to savor every inch of skin. Unable to see behind me, his electrifying touch came as a surprise, forcing me to gasp.

“You remembered the panties today,” he teased. I could feel his shoulders shake as he indulged in a silent chuckle. “I don’t know which I like better.”

Cradling my ass with one hand, he used the other to hook a finger under the thin strap of my thong and pull up on the material. As he tightened his grip, the fabric strained against my warmth, rubbing the sensitive nerve endings, driving me wild.

“These are hot,” he whispered. “But you completely naked…
even sexier
.” The next tug had me whimpering as I dug my fingernails into the hard wood of the cabinet.

“I want that knee back up on that ledge,” he ordered. A small hiss of air escaped from the back of his throat when I obeyed the request. “Just like that.”

His hand slid between my legs, cupping me from behind. Ever so slowly, his middle finger threaded under the fabric of my underwear, teasing my wet folds before plunging deep into me.

At first, he moved in a torturously unhurried fashion, but then his thrusts picked up speed. I nearly lost it when his other hand slid to my front to massage the throbbing bundle of nerves within my core.

Arching my back, I pressed myself against him, moaning his name, yearning to annihilate every single particle of matter between us. My hands shot out behind me, tugging his unzipped jeans down, wanting to feel his skin against mine.

“I want you,” I breathed. My voice was unnaturally hoarse, my words explicitly demanding.

“I can tell.” He bit down on my neck, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth as he continued to move in and out of my wetness. “You want me so much.”

“Please, Sawyer.” I was dripping with need. “I need you.
Now.
”

“I need you too, Silver. More than you can imagine.” Freeing his hand, he reached for the condoms above us. Withdrawing one, he tore open the package with his teeth. For a moment I felt a rush of cold air against my back as he disengaged himself to put on the protection.

The break didn’t last long. A thunderbolt of heat rocked my entire body as soon as he entered me from behind, plunging himself into me. He had warned me that he wasn’t going to hold back, but I hadn’t expected him to be so…
bold
with his need.

His brazen want for me was incredibly erotic, making me wild with frenzy. I forced my eyes to stay open and sank my teeth into my bottom lip—
hard
—as I tried to stay grounded in this reality with Sawyer. His name was a prayer on my lips and I repeated it over and over again as he moved against me.

“
Shit
, Silver,” he snarled, tightening his fingers around my waist as he plunged even deeper. “You’re…so…fucking…tight.” His jaw dug into my shoulder and his teeth ground against each other with each hard thrust as his ragged pants slashed through my body.

The position with my knee up on the ledge was almost too much to handle. It allowed Sawyer to sink so deep he hit a spot that made my legs tremble and my insides coil into tight balls of electricity.

Every single part of me was aching to explode. The palms of my hands slammed into the cabinet doors in a desperate attempt to steady myself as he continued to stretch me, filling me with his throbbing heat.

“I want to see you,” he demanded. He
gathered the long, loose strands of my hair in his hand, gently compelling my face toward him. “I want to look into your eyes as you come.”

In one swift movement, he pulled me off the cabinet and spun me around so that I was facing him. The next motion had my back pressed against an adjacent wall. Lifting me up with ease, he pulled my legs around him and inserted himself back into me before my body had a chance to fully acknowledge his absence.

He held me up with one hand while the other worked on unclasping my bra. My breasts freed, he took my nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking the tender nerve endings. My body temperature soared to a feverish high, frying my insides, melting my organs, sending a gush of wetness between my thighs.