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I chuckled at how undemanding he was as he swirled his drink in his hand, the ice clinking melodically in his glass as he wandered around to my side of the bar. Standing close to me, he held up his tumbler. "Let's have a toast," he suggested, his studious eyes narrowing in on mine. "To being ageless and fucking the world. Not literally, of course. What I mean is our lives are our lives and it's how we feel that counts." Drawing a deep breath, I looked at the slushy ice in my glass and held it up to his.
"Got it. I'm still scared, but you know what? Now? I'm not so scared that I don't want to know you better."
The small clink our glasses made when they met in the middle made my heart flutter nervously inside my chest, but before I could take a sip of my drink, Sawyer leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to my lips.
Leaning back, he threw the bourbon down in one gulp and slammed the glass on the wooden bar. "Damn, even better with your taste on my lips," he joked, as I took a draw of my drink from the long paper straw he'd added to mine.
"Mmm," I hummed, licking my lips when I dropped the straw back in my drink. The instant I did, Sawyer's long fingers encircled my hand and gently took my glass from me.
"I think I need a better kiss than the one I stole from you a minute ago," he mumbled, his voice an octave lower as his hand tenderly sifted through my long curly hair and he caught it in his fist.
He cupped the back of my head and leaned closer with a hungry look in his eyes. I had almost felt overwhelmed again, but when I smelled the spicy scent of alcohol on his breath, I knew I needed to know how it tasted on his tongue.
"Relax. I get this must feel so strange for you, dating after all this time, so just do what feels right. I'm not going to push you into something you're not ready for. This is your call. We can stop at doing anything you're not comfortable with. Just say the word. But you need to consider the pressure is on me to make sure you never want to stop," he whispered. His low, seductive tone sent shivers down my spine. Oh, Good God.
I wasn't unprepared for the strong delightful tremor that flooded my body as he tugged on my hair, tilted my head back, and drew his nose seductively up my neck. After a few long moments, he slowly lifted his head and met my gaze.
My core ached at how intensely he stared, his hazel eyes darker, lust drunk and heavy with need. His tender seduction had me captivated in a heartbeat, when I saw them and before another beat had passed, he closed the space between us and he pressed his lips on mine.
The very instant our mouths smashed together, Sawyer commanded control of my body. His hot demanding tongue requested immediate access inside my mouth. It skimmed the seam of my mouth and slid inside.
The sweet, welcome invasion scorched my blood as it flowed with blistering heat through my veins. Every cell within me burned with renewed desire from the inside out, while his expert kiss made me dizzy and frustrated for more.
Excitement ripped through me when his warm hand left my hair and his thumb traced lightly down my back. His hand splayed my ass and grabbed it firmly, pressing my front roughly to him.
"Mmm," he moaned, as he ground his stiff arousal against me. I gasped for air, momentarily breaking the kiss when another overwhelming feeling I couldn't decipher gripped me.
Fortunately, he didn't give me time to think and reconnected our kiss like he needed me to breathe. When he deepened the kiss, tiny explosions of electricity detonated at random all over my body. These minute bombs of delight connected with all the erogenous zones I already knew existed within me and countless more I'd had no idea I possessed.
My heart pounded and my breath stuttered in my lungs from the havoc Sawyer wreaked with his expert kiss and his grasp of how to make me forget everything else, but him.
My confidence grew from feeling desired and I slid my hands inside his baggy old T-shirt and my heart skipped another beat the moment I felt the heat from his taut warm body radiate from his skin onto mine. When my fingertips continued to trace the hard lines of his abs and pecs, my exploration earned me a small twitch of pleasure as I swallowed the long slow growl he made into my mouth at precisely the same time.
My fingers and palms continued to skate over the goosebumps on his torso, as I explored his tight erect nipples until I felt desperate to see what he looked like underneath the fabric and grabbed the hem of his T-shirt.
When I pulled it up his body Sawyer broke the kiss, panting roughly and dragged the soft cotton garment over his head. "So fucking hot," he muttered, bunching it roughly between his hands and tossing it away to one side, as his hands immediately reconnected with the sides of my face and sifted back into my hair. Tilting my head up again, he murmured, "Where were we?" before he kissed me as I'd never been kissed before.
"Fuck, sorry," he mumbled, breaking the kiss again when he tried to pull my top from my pants and couldn't drag it free. Forgetting my top when his eyes met mine, his hands slid to my ass instead and he flashed me a sexy smile. Giving the globes a tight squeeze he pressed me closer and ground himself against me again. "Sweet Billie, you're driving me mad. Can you feel how much I want you?" All I knew was I'd forgotten how to think when he kissed me.
The way he held and kissed me lit me up inside. I'm not sure when I forgot all of my hang-ups about us, but it was when I forgot to think at all that I gave myself up to the sensations he stoked within me. Sawyer's touch felt desperate and needy, heightening my needs, until I almost lost control.
As my desires took over, I scored my nails down his back, clawing deliberately in one long even stroke. He let out a long low hiss of pleasure and pain in reaction.
"Damn, Billie," he cussed through a ragged breath. "I want you so badly," he confessed, and any concerns I'd had about being played were dispelled by the sheer desperation and sense of urgency in his tone. My empty core ached in anticipation as he continued his frantic, heated exploration of my body over my clothing. His patience began to frustrate me and drove me to the edge of distraction.
What started as a slow deliberate kiss on Sawyer's part quickly became a dissatisfied craving, until kissing and innocent second base touching were no longer enough. Breaking the kiss, Sawyer gently moved his hands to my hips and walked me slowly back across the deck, his feet on the outside of mine. Our gaze was deep and connected as his lust-filled eyes searched my soul. It was a look that touched me on an entirely different emotional level.
Backing me into the large open planned room, he didn't stop moving until my calves hit the velvety soft cushions on his couch. Instead of pushing me down, he spun me until I was facing the couch, sat down, and pulled me onto him, straddling his lap. I hadn't been in a position with any man in years.
Landing on the center of his lap, I felt his thick hard bulge straining right under my seam and he adjusted me when his eyes went wide. "You feel so good in my arms," he mumbled and began peppering small kisses up my neck until the only thought in my mind was of him.
The loose jeans he wore did nothing to detract from the size and the girth I could feel down below, and I never felt one ounce of shame when I wriggled involuntarily above it. Sawyer immediately groaned and stopped necking with me. He chuckled before we both stared at one another again with equal intensity.
"Damn, you make me so hard," he cussed, adjusting me over his lap by tilting his butt upward. His move created greater contact where we had both needed it. His eyes fell to my ample D-cup cleavage and he stroked my cheek with his hand before he slid it slowly down my neck.
As if he knew his move had left me uncertain, he gave me a slow sensual smile and I gave him my trust in return. "I never want to hurt you, Billie," he whispered sincerely, as his hand continued its path to my breasts. With his eyes firmly on me, he gently cupped my left one and scored his thumb across it.
"Did you know this nipple has been teasing the fuck out of me the whole time we were sat outside?" His playful question made me smile as his wandering thumb strummed back and forth, teasing the obvious stud it had formed beneath the thin bikini top and tight cotton top I had on.
