“That I miss you?”
“Yeah.”
“Why’s that?” she asked.
Pressing his erection against the juncture between her legs, Sawyer lifted her up.
Kennedy threw her arms around his neck, and wrapped her legs around his waist as he kissed her with all the pent-up energy he had coursing in him. When he said he missed her, he truly meant it. Although he’d seen her just a few days ago, being apart from her had become a brutal price to pay. One that he wanted to rectify very, very soon.
“Well, that was a nice hello,” Kennedy said when he pulled back.
He merely moaned against her neck, kissing and licking her skin. “I wish we had time to . . .”
“We don’t,” she said, laughing. “But when we get back, we’ll have plenty of time.”
He could’ve argued with her, could’ve insisted, and he knew she wouldn’t have resisted his advances if he truly wanted to take her right there against the wall, but he did want to take her to dinner. Somewhere outside the house. It was a rare occasion for them, and maybe it was a little selfish that he wanted to show her off, make sure everyone knew just who she belonged to, but that was exactly what he had in mind.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, trailing his lips back up to meet hers.
“I’m starving, so yes.”
“Good. Let’s go.” Reluctantly, he set her back on her feet and waited for her to finish getting ready.
While she did that, he glanced around her living room, wondering just what surface they could christen tonight. Because when and if he made it through the meal without taking her to a secluded corner and fucking her, he sure as hell planned to make up for it when they got back.
“Ready,” Kennedy said when she joined him again.
Yeah, he was, too.
SOMEHOW, HE WASN’T quite sure how, they managed to make it through dinner. For the last two hours, Sawyer had tried to focus on something other than wanting to take her to the bathroom and screw her silly. Based on the way she’d been eyeing him just as hungrily, he was inclined to believe that Kennedy would’ve been all for it.
But it was now a moot point because they’d made it back to her place and he had every intention of feasting on her for hours.
“Dessert?” Kennedy asked when they stepped into the kitchen. He immediately recognized the salacious gleam in her eyes. She wasn’t talking about food.
“Absolutely,” he said as he made his way to her.
“I’m not talking about food,” Kennedy clarified, reaching for him.
“Neither am I.”
“Good.”
As though to prove their hunger for one another hadn’t diminished even a little since they had left the house, Sawyer went to work on removing her clothes, right there in the kitchen.
She returned the favor quickly and effortlessly until they were both stark naked, their bodies sliding against one another. He allowed his hands to roam over her, caressing every inch of smooth skin before lifting her up and placing her on the counter.
When he bent at the waist, he was pulled up short by Kennedy’s hands fisting in his hair. Changing direction, he stood back up. “But I was gonna have dessert,” he told her innocently.
“I need you inside me. Right now.”
Sawyer’s dick twitched with anticipation. Her words, said in that sexy, seductive tone, had him rethinking his plans.
“Right here?” he asked, sliding one finger between her slick folds. “Is this where you want me?”
“Yes,” she moaned, leaning her head back on her shoulders. “And don’t be easy.”
His dick throbbed even more at the realization of what she was telling him.
“In that case,” he said, pulling her to the edge of the counter, “we’re gonna relocate.”
“Where?” Kennedy asked as she threw her arms around him and allowed him to lift her from the counter.
He didn’t respond as he made his way to the living room, lowering her to her feet at the end of the sofa. “Bend over.”
Kennedy did exactly as he instructed, giving him a sexy smile over her shoulder as she did.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as he pushed her legs open with his foot, gripping his cock in his fist as he guided himself to her entrance. “Not easy, right?”
“Right,” she replied. “Fuck me, Sawyer.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” he said as he lined up and slammed into her in one fluid motion.
“Oh, God, yes,” she groaned, leaning down onto her forearms as he gripped her hips, withdrawing slowly.
“So tight,” he growled between clenched teeth. “So fucking perfect.”