I don’t know how to describe it, or what it is exactly, but I’m glad I didn’t just write him off. Or at least, I’m glad I rolled the dice and came to dinner with him tonight. Not just because of the delay on the Atwell project, but because I genuinely enjoy my time with him. And the more time I spend getting to know him, the more I want to know.
“Thank you for everything tonight,” I say. “It really means a lot.”
He favors me with a smile that melts my heart. Standing side by side against the railing, as close as we are, I can feel the warmth coming off him. His presence is so substantive; he doesn’t even have to be touching me to provoke a physical reaction in me. As his brown eyes sparkle in the rooftop lights and bore into mine, I feel my stomach turning and roiling. I feel the fire inside of me smoldering – and I feel myself growing wetter by the second.
The silence between us is strained. Anticipatory. Expectant. And when he takes me by the shoulders and pulls me to him, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
I look into his eyes, and he looks into mine. We inch closer… closer…
Our mouths crash together in a sudden soft frenzy. And as his tongue pushes past my lips, it sends a sizzling current of electricity down to my very toes, lighting up everything in between.
Sawyer wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his hard, toned body, and I suddenly feel very small as he engulfs me. Our tongues dance together in my mouth in a kiss so passionate, it comes close to stealing my breath. I can honestly say I’ve never been kissed like this before. It is so intense; my panties are completely soaked through.
He pulls back and looks down at me with pure, raw hunger in his eyes. My body twitches, and I’m swept away on a current of desire that leaves me breathless and trembling. It’s a feeling I’ve never known before. One that’s threatening to swallow me whole.
“Stay the night with me,” he whispers.
I know I should say no – I’m letting my emotions get the better of me, and that usually leads me to making bad decisions. Or at least slight lapses in judgment. But his words, spoken in that deep bass that rumbles so deliciously through my body, tears away the usual iron grip I have on my self-control. There’s a small voice in the back of my mind screaming at me to stop, to think, to not react on my carnal desires. But when I open my mouth to say no, I silence that voice.
“Yes,” I nod, my voice breathy.
A salacious smile upon his lips, Sawyer takes my hand and leads me to the elevators at the far end of the rooftop lounge. We go down one floor, step into the office of the night concierge, and quickly arrange to get a room. That done, Sawyer leads me back to the elevator, and when the doors slide closed, he immediately presses me up against the side of the car.
His mouth finds mine, and as he proceeds to steal my breath with another kiss, I feel the hard length of him pressed flush against my stomach. The feeling of his long, hard cock sets fire to my every nerve ending. It has me wetter than I’ve ever been before in my entire life.
Sawyer slides his hand beneath my skirt. I shudder as he touches me through my panties. His smile is languid as he finds just how wet I am for him. He slips his fingers beneath my panties, and I tremble as he runs them along lips that are swollen and sensitive to the touch.
As my desire swells within me, a thread of fear wraps itself around my heart and squeezes me tight. I reach down and grab his hand, pulling it away from me. He looks at me questioningly, and I turn away from him for a moment, an embarrassed flush creeping into my face.
“I – I should tell you that I’m a v – virgin, Sawyer,” I stammer, all my self-confidence leaving me. “I – I’ve never been with anybody before.”
I pull away from him and press myself harder against the wall, closing in myself. I don’t know why, but I feel certain Sawyer will somehow be turned off by my revelation. That he’ll reject me as being some sort of freak or something. It’s not that I don’t have desires or wants. It’s not that I’ve never wanted sex – I just never felt strongly enough about anybody to consider giving myself to them.
But it’s different with Sawyer. I feel so strongly for Sawyer that giving myself to him feels natural. It feels right. My body is yearning for him in ways I’ve never yearned for anybody. It’s crying out for release, and I want him with every fiber of my being.
“I – I understand if that turns you off or you don’t want me,” I whisper.
Sawyer takes my hand and squeezes it gently. The look in his eye is both passionate and kind all at the same time.
“I don’t care about that, Berlin,” he says softly. “But if you would rather not –”
I shake my head quickly. “No. I want to,” I say. “I really want to.”
He cups my chin in his hand and forces me to look him in the eye. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“Good answer.”
Sawyer presses me against the wall of the elevator car, holding me up beneath his solid frame as his mouth locks against mine. He slides his hands down and cups my ass. I giggle as he lifts me up and wrap my legs around his waist. My moan is lost in his mouth as I grind
