Sawyer pulled back, his cock falling from between her lips. The next thing she knew, he was moving around to the side of the bed, then flipping her over onto her stomach, kneeling on the bed behind her. She heard the sound of a condom being opened and she begged him to hurry. When he gripped her hips, pulling her up onto her hands and knees, Kennedy realized the dresser mirror was directly in front of her and she could see everything he was doing. He obviously noticed it too because he smiled at her before plunging into her hard.
Kennedy moaned. The incredible friction of him inside her, the staggering feeling of being filled by him, had her arms and legs tingling, her nipples hard, even her scalp prickling.
She had to hold herself rigid to take his forceful thrusts, but she did so gladly, watching him in the mirror as he fucked her, their eyes meeting across the room.
“Kennedy.”
The way he said her name made her want to beg him to repeat it over and over again, but she couldn’t speak, her mouth refused to work as she focused on the incredible pleasure coursing through her.
When he leaned over her, his hips resting against her ass, he slowed his thrusts, but continued to drive deeper, withdrawing slowly.
“So good, Kennedy. You feel so damn good.”
“Ditto,” she moaned, rocking back against him. “Fuck me harder.”
“Give me a minute,” he said roughly. “This right here,” he said, punctuating his words by driving deeper, without pulling out, “is heaven. Pure fucking heaven.”
Kennedy squeezed her inner muscles, pulling another sexy groan from him, and then he was kneeling once again, lifting her hips and driving into her harder, faster, until she couldn’t hold on any longer. Her orgasm erupted from out of nowhere, making her cry out his name as her body hummed, the wave crashing over her, through her.
It was, as Sawyer had put it, pure fucking heaven.
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, Kennedy was wrapped in Sawyer’s arms, the lights off and the only sound his steady breathing. She knew he wasn’t asleep. At least not yet.
He pulled her closer, his big, rough hand cupping her breast, his hips pressed against her butt, his hard chest against her back. Not that she would admit it to him, but Kennedy had never felt as safe as she did right then, in Sawyer’s arms. As much as she had feared this moment, she found it difficult to regret what had happened between them.
“Sleep,” he grumbled against her ear. “I wanna be able to wake you up in a couple of hours with my tongue buried in your pussy.”
A shudder raced through her. There was no way her body could produce another orgasm at the moment, but just the thought of Sawyer and his wicked tongue made her want to roll over and pull him on top of her.
She didn’t.
Closing her eyes, she tried to drift off listening to the sound of Sawyer breathing against her ear, but she couldn’t. She reflected back on the last few hours. All that had happened.
Kennedy had insisted she would never give in to this man, but it seemed almost funny how easily she’d done just that. When he had barged into her house, all angry alpha male . . . she’d been hard-pressed to resist him. Clearly she wasn’t as strong as she had given herself credit for.
Then again, she had resisted him for the last few years. His advances never seemed to stop, although she had no idea why Sawyer Walker would be coming after her in the first place. It wasn’t that she thought negatively about herself. Quite the opposite actually. What threw her for a loop was the fact that she wasn’t anything like the women she’d seen him with. She didn’t throw herself at him, she didn’t follow him around, and she would never commit to just one night with him.
That wasn’t what she wanted and as he lay there beside her, she wondered what it was that he wanted from her. The sex . . . well, that was off the charts amazing. Although she’d been with only a few men in her life, nothing compared to what had happened between them earlier. Nothing.
And it had been so effortless. Just looking at Sawyer made her want to jump his bones.
Uggghhh.
“If you don’t go to sleep, I’m gonna pull you on top of me and make you ride me until you’re so exhausted, you can’t keep your eyes open.”
Kennedy smiled. Yeah, that thought certainly didn’t make going to sleep any easier. However, her body was worn-out and she knew she needed at least a couple of hours to recuperate.
Maybe then, if he happened to still be in her bed by the time the sun came up, they’d go again.
As she began to drift off, curling deeper against the warm man in her bed, she prayed he would be there when she woke up because if he wasn’t . . . well, she would never forgive him.