We remain coupled together like that for several long moments, our eyes locked together as we catch our breath. Eventually, he withdraws his cock, and as he does, I feel almost – empty. My every nerve ending is singing with delight and vibrating with an erotic energy that lights up even the darkest corners inside of me.
“That was amazing,” I whisper.
He nods. “Yes, you are.”
He plants a soft kiss on the tip of my nose before rolling off me and flopping onto his back. Sawyer pulls me to him, and I rest my head on his chest, feeling comforted by the steady sound of his heartbeat booming inside of him – and it’s not long before I give myself over to the warm, dark comfort of sleep as it pulls me under.
* * *
My eyes snap open as a bolt of bright white fear rockets through me. I sit up in the bed and look around wildly, not certain where I am for a moment. But then I feel the aches and pains in my body, in places I’ve never been sore in before, and it all comes rushing back to me – every last delicious memory, which brings a smile to my lips.
I slowly turn my head, half-convinced I’m not going to see Sawyer laying there, that this was all some elaborate dream. Or maybe in a champagne fueled haze, I went back to somebody else’s room – a thought that makes my skin start to crawl. But when I look over, I see him lying there, propped up on one elbow, staring back at me.
I run the tips of my fingers along his cheek, trailing them over his, scruffy beard as I stare into eyes that are sparkling like they’re lit from within. Sawyer gives me a crooked little grin.
“You snore,” he states simply.
I laugh and slap him playfully on the chest. “Shut up.”
I glance over at the clock on the bedside table and frown. It’s later than I expected, and although Nadia said she could stay the night, I don’t want to put her out too much. But the thought of getting out of this bed and breaking that magic spell is tough when all I want is to stay nestled in his arms – and maybe do a bit more of what we did earlier.
But then an image of my dad crosses my mind, and despite how hard I clung to it, the magic bubble I’ve been floating in all evening vanishes.
“I should go,” I say softly.
He pulls me down to him again and wraps me up in those thick, hard arms. Almost unconsciously, my body melts against his, and I relish the feeling of being engulfed by this man’s body. It makes me feel warm. Cared for. Safe.
“Stay,” he murmurs.
“I wish I could,” I respond with a sigh, reluctantly pulling myself out of his embrace. “But I really need to go. It’s late.”
“Got a date?” he grins.
“Maybe,” I laugh.
I see a flash of something in his eyes – it’s brief, but it’s there – and from where I’m sitting, it looks like jealousy. But he quickly covers it with a warm smile that puts a small flutter in my heart.
“Well, then he’s a lucky man,” Sawyer replies.
“Oh? Who said it’s a man?” I give him a wink.
His laughter booms off the walls of the room as I slip out of bed and start to gather my clothes. He watches me intently as I put my bra and shirt back on, the lust in his eyes still more than clear. I’m tempted to take it all back off and let him have his way with me again. But my duty to my father comes first – before me, and definitely before anything I want for myself.
I let out a long, frustrated breath as I straighten my stockings and smooth my skirt out as best as I can – next time I’ll remember to take them off before I fall asleep.
“You okay?” he asks.
I’m caught off guard by the question. More precisely, it’s the sincere concern in his voice that throws me off guard the most. It sounds like he actually cares. I don’t know why it strikes me like it does – but it does, all the same.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I reply. “I just – I have some things I have to take care of.”
He glances at the clock. “It’s coming up on midnight.”
“Life and responsibilities are a twenty-four-hour commitment,” I fire back.
Stepping over to the side of the bed, I pick up his phone and quickly input my number as he watches me.
“That the number to Big Al’s Oil Changes and Donuts?” he cracks.
I stick my tongue out at him. “Still can be if you’re not nice.”
“I’m always nice.”
I laugh, leaning down and planting a kiss full of fire upon his lips. His growl is muffled by my mouth, and I feel him trying to pull me back down into bed. When I resist, he takes my hand and moves it down to his crotch, where I feel how rigid he is. It’s a temptation that takes all of my willpower to resist, but I step away feeling a bit lightheaded and laugh softly.
“Down, boy,” I remark.
“You do this to me.”
“I have a feeling a stiff breeze can do that to you.”
He shrugs. “Maybe. But you look and feel nicer.”
I give him a flirty smile and a wink. “Call me.”
And with that, I march out of the hotel room and softly close the door behind me. With a small shake of my head and a smile I can’t get off my face, I head for the elevators feeling utterly amazing, and for the first time in my life, completely satisfied.
Chapter Fourteen Sawyer
“.. and then she split,” I say. “Practically sprinted out of the room. It was weird as hell, man.”
“Maybe you’re just exceptionally bad in bed, and she needed to run home to
