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He followed her, and instantly it felt like he took up the entire room. He closed the sliding door and locked it.
“What have you got to drink?” he asked.
She stared at his lips. She wasn’t entirely sure what was in the fridge. She couldn’t think. She felt hot, and her clothes felt too tight. “I have no idea.”
He took a step closer.
Her pulse went crazy. “Um, what do you want?”
He took another step toward her and now she felt the heat radiating off him.
“You really want me to answer that?” His voice was low, gritty. “Because it’s not a drink.”
Her heart hit her ribs, and desire flooded her belly. Hollis decided to stop thinking and just feel.
She lunged for him, but he was already moving.
He grabbed her and hauled her against his chest. Her lips touched his, and she moaned, and slid her hands into his hair. She did her best to climb his muscular body.
Sawyer’s hands slid under her ass, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He was so strong. She was tall, but he held her securely. She deepened the kiss, and this time he groaned. Their tongues tangled and she squirmed against him. Her sensitive spots rubbed against hard muscle.
She pulled her mouth from his, panting. “Now. I can’t wait any longer.”
He took a step, his gaze scanning the room. Then he marched across to the dining room table and set her on it.
Need—hot and frantic—pumped inside her. She needed to feel her skin against his. She needed to be close to this man. She reached for his shirt, unfastening the buttons. She made a sound of frustration. It was taking too long. She gripped the shirt and yanked. Buttons went flying, pinging on the tile floor.
“Faster, Sawyer.” She leaned forward to kiss his glorious, bare chest.
“Shit. Hollis—” He pulled her face up, and his mouth was on hers. The kiss was hard, savage.
Excitement flooded her. He wanted her the same way she wanted him.
He untied her dress and pushed it open, baring her bikini. He growled. An honest to God growl that lit her up.
He yanked her top down, letting her breasts spill over the top.
“These gorgeous breasts.” He cupped them. “I could spend all night right here.”
“Later,” she panted. “I need you inside me.”
He swore under his breath, then his hands went to the fly of his shorts. “Whatever you want, Hollis, I’ll give it to you.”
As he flicked his shorts open, she attacked his chest again with nips and kisses. She smoothed her hands over his hard abs. He was pure fantasy, but oh so real. Warm skin and hard muscle.
When he shoved his shorts and boxers down, a rock-hard, sizable cock sprang free.
Oh. Her pulse tripped.
As she watched, he wrapped a hand around it and stroked. She felt a flood of damp between her thighs and reached out, her hand joining his.
He hissed out a breath. “Hollis, gorgeous, careful. I think I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you, beautifully naked. I’ve been half hard for days.”
She liked hearing that. Her belly coiled.
“If you keep your hand on me, then what’s coming will be hard and rough.” His voice was all grit. “You’ll feel me for days.”
More need washed through her. She squirmed on the cool surface of the table. “I want hard. Ineedrough.”