Page 74 of One Night with Number Nineteen

And it’s fucking glorious, those big palms on my flesh, molding and squeezing, his thumb running lightly over my skin, turning my nipples into hardened buds desperate for his touch.

He gives it to me, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, sending lightning bolts of sensation through my body.

“Fuck, Pages. I need to see you.”

I’m reaching for the hem of my shirt before he finishes talking, tugging it up.

Our hands tangle for a few seconds, but then we manage to get my sweater up and over my head. He tosses it aside as I yank down my bra, dropping it to the floor.

Then he’s looking down at me⁠—

A curse.

Those blue eyes burning into mine. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

“I—”

His lips come to mine again and then we’re kissing and touching and his mouth is dragging along my jaw, down my throat.

I hold my breath and⁠—

“Sawyer!”

His mouth fastens over my nipple, suckling deeply.

My head falls back, my knees threaten to buckle, but Sawyer’s got me, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me into the living room, setting me down on the couch.

“More,” I whisper as he comes over the top of me.

No hesitation before his mouth comes back, along with his hands. I arch against him, diving my fingers into his hair, tugging the ponytail holder free, sending the loose curls spilling over my hands.

“Okay?” he asks as he starts kissing his way down my stomach.

“Yes.” I stroke the silky strands of his hair. “More.”

A wolfish smile as he flicks open the button on my pants. “More?”

I nod, lift my hips so he can drag them down, can toss them aside.

“More?”

Another nod, another lift of my hips so my underwear can go by the wayside too.

When he spreads my legs, bends down, his mouth mere millimeters from where I’m so desperate to have him, I ask, “Don’t need the words now?”

Blazing blue eyes on me.

Then one slow flick of his tongue.

I jump, hands tightening in his hair when he says,

“Give me the words, Pages.”

Twenty-One

Sawyer

“Yes, Sawyer.”