Page 81 of Sparks Fly

The words sent a sharp pulse straight through me, my breath catching as my back arched into her touch.

She didn’t wait.

Her mouth followed a second later as she lowered her head, wrapping her lips around one nipple and pulling it in slow, deep, deliberate. The sensation hit hard, a broken sound leaving me as my fingers twisted into her shirt, holding on. I arched off the bed, a loud, helpless moan spilling from me.

“Fuck, baby… so good.”

Sawyer growled softly against my skin, the sound vibrating through me as she switched sides. Her mouth moved with purpose—tongue circling, teeth grazing—while her hand kneaded the other breast like she couldn’t touch me enough.

I tried to get her shirt off, my hands fumbling, but I couldn’t focus, everything pulling me back to what she was doing.

“Off… please,” I breathed, barely getting the words out.

She sat up just enough to look at me, a slow smirk pulling at her mouth as she reached for the hem of her shirt, dragging it and her bra off in one smooth motion.

“Better?” she asked, voice low, teasing.

“Fuck… so much better,” I breathed, my voice rough as I reached for her. “Come here.”

She didn’t make me ask twice.

Sawyer came back down over me, her skin warm against mine, her mouth finding mine again before trailing lower—slow, deliberate—down my ribs and over my stomach. Her hands followed, pushing my sweats down my hips, guiding them off as she went.

She paused.

Her eyes flicked up to mine, then back down to the lace that matched the bra that had long gone, her mouth curving slightly.

“So pretty,” she murmured.

Heat rushed through me, sharp and immediate.

She kissed lower.

I was already soaked—I could feel it, the damp heat between my thighs, the way my body reacted the second she got close. She noticed.

Of course she did.

A soft sound left her as she pressed her nose against me through the fabric, inhaling, then licking over the damp spot.

My whole body jolted. “Baby,” I moaned, my hands tightening in the sheets. “Yes… more.”

She did it again.

Slow.

Painfully slow.

Dragging her tongue over the same spot, letting me feel every second of it, she knew exactly what it was doing to me.

“Off—Sawyer—baby, off,” I begged, my hips lifting helplessly.

She didn’t rush. She kissed my hip first, soft, then dragged my underwear down my legs, peeling them off inch by inch before tossing them aside.

Then she took her time. Her mouth pressed to my inner thigh, kissing slow, open-mouthed as she worked her way down, sucking a bruise just above my knee before moving higher again. Her teeth grazed lightly at the crease where my thigh met my pelvis, the sensation sharp enough to make me gasp.

I trembled beneath her, my thighs tightening around her without meaning to.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” Sawyer whispered, her voice low, rough, her eyes lifting to lock on mine. Her hand slid between my legs, fingers brushing through the slick heat. “God, baby… you’re soaked.”