As they continued to kiss and caress each other, the whole concept of time started getting a little fuzzy. In fact, Harley honestly couldn’t say how long they’d made out. But it must have been a little while because when she finally came up for air, she noticed that at some point, both she and Sawyer had lost their shirts and one of her bra straps was hanging loose down her shoulder.
She took a moment to enjoy the view of all that exposed skin, having a hard time deciding what she liked more when it came to Sawyer’s half-naked body—the broad shoulders, bulging biceps, sculpted pecs, or ripped abs. In the end, she decided getting her mouth on all those yummy muscles was a distinct moral imperative.
It was while she was busy nibbling on a bare shoulder that could have been sculpted from bronze it was so perfect, that she abruptly realized she and Sawyer were sitting there with their clothes halfway off, going at each other like they’d overdosed on lust. If their teammates walked in, this would be beyond awkward. Or maybe plain mortifying. Harley had no doubt Caleb in particular would rub it in for as long as they both lived.
“Sawyer, we have to stop,” she said breathlessly, forcing herself to stop kissing the tasty collection of muscles at the junction of his shoulder and neck and sitting back on his thighs.
She didn’t miss the startled expression in his eyes, immediately followed by one of confusion and then something more… Pain? He recovered quickly, hiding it all away, but she’d seen it there…the longing for more.
The same longing she was feeling herself.
“I don’t mean stop like that,” she corrected, leaning forward with a smile, placing her hands on those magnificent pecs. “I meant I think we need to move this somewhere besides the middle of the living room. I don’t think either of us want to be interrupted when everyone comes home.”
Sawyer stared at her for all of a second, then his eyes flared brighter gold. A heartbeat later he was on his feet, both hands cupping her butt and holding her tightly against him as he headed for the stairs.
“Our shirts,” she shrieked, laughing as she wrapped her arms and legs around him like a koala bear. “We can’t leave them on the floor. They’ll know what we were up to.”
Sawyer turned around with a growl, then stomped back into the living room, letting Harley hang upside down from his waist long enough to snag their two shirts. Then he strode toward the stairs, taking them two at a time, making her laugh again.
The sound was abruptly cut off when Sawyer pushed her up against the wall in his bedroom, kissing her senseless at the same time he kicked his door closed. The sensation of him grinding between her thighs as he pressed her forcefully against the wall, his mouth driving her crazy, was about the sexiest thing she’d ever experienced. His erection was so hard in his jeans she could feel it throbbing against her core.
His mouth moved from her lips to her jaw, tracing hot kisses along it and then down her neck. When she felt the scrape of sharp fangs on the sensitive skin there, she almost lost her mind. Would it be too much if she asked him to bite her…just a little?
Getting her fingers into Sawyer’s hair, Harley got a good grip and shoved him far enough away so she could look him directly in the eyes.
“I definitely love what you’re doing,” she said, her voice rough with arousal, “but you need to get me naked and in bed—now.”
The demand earned her a growl and his eyes swirled deeper gold. A split second later, he tugged her away from the wall and up into his arms, then tossed her on the big bed. She was wrestling with the buttons on her jeans before she’d even stopped bouncing.
Sawyer worked feverishly at his jeans right along with her, a task made more difficult by the hard-on he was dealing with and the fact that his claws were partially extended. Knowing she was causing both reactions had Harley feeling pretty proud of herself.
She won—who knew it was a competition?—getting undressed first. Then she leaned back on the plump pillows, enjoying the show as he finally managed to get his jeans off. The wait to see him completely naked had certainly been worth it.
Sawyer was perfect.
Actually, now that she thought about it, he put the term perfect to shame.
Those scrumptious abs she’d seen before continued below the belt line, combining with the muscles of his hips in a V shape that naturally led her eyes downward to the rest of his angelic form. His legs were long, lean, and muscular and his shaft was so thick and hard she didn’t know whether to weep with joy or sigh in amazement. Both seemed appropriate.
Sliding off the king-size bed, she dropped to her knees in front of him. He started to open his mouth to say something, but Harley hushed him by reaching out to wrap her fingers around his hard shaft and tugging him a little closer.
They both moaned in unison as her mouth came down to engulf the head of his cock. She tried to keep the smile off her face as he let out a string of very British curse words. Marveling at how good he tasted, she moved her mouth up and down his shaft.
Harley took her time, alternating between taking him deep and teasing the tip with her tongue. She paid attention to the way he reacted to what she was doing, remembering all the places and ways he liked to be touched, praying she’d have a chance to do this again.
She sighed in pleasure as he weaved his
