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“Look at me,” he growled.
Dazed blue eyes met his.
He kept his gaze locked on hers as his own climax hit. He groaned.Fuck. He poured his release inside her.
Then there was only their harsh panting and the slickness of their skin gluing them together.
“That was a hell of a nightcap,” he murmured.
She laughed.
God, he loved that sound. He speared his hands into her hair, then he pressed a slow kiss to her lips.
She blinked and looked almost confused.
“You with me?” he asked.
She nodded, her hair tumbled, her face flushed. “My thigh muscles are burning a little. You’re better than the gym workout.”
Now Sawyer laughed. He eased out of her, watching as she bit her lip.
Her fingers tightened on his arms. “If you let me go, I’ll slide off the table and land in a melted puddle on the floor.”
“I’m not letting you go.” He hitched his shorts up and then lifted her into his arms.
“Hmm.” She slid an arm along his shoulders. “This is nice.”
“I know you’ve been carried before. I’ve seen it in the movies.” He headed down the hall toward the bedroom.
She made a scoffing sound. “Yes, and it’s always highly choreographed, and no one’s ever carried me this far.”
He stepped into the shadowed bedroom.
“Um, I need to clean up,” she said.
He set her down. “I’ll do it.”
Her eyes widened. He cupped her jaw, and then one breast. Her nipple pebbled.
“I’m not done with you yet, gorgeous.”
“All right,” she whispered.
“I can do better than a quick fuck on the table. I want to show you that.”
She cleared her throat. “I was pretty impressed with that.”
He rubbed his lips over hers. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
She shivered. “Sawyer, I want you to stay.”
He took her hand and squeezed. “No place I’d rather be.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
There was nothing sexier than watching Sawyer kneeling beside the bed with his head between her legs.
Hollis panted, undulating her hips against his oh-so-clever mouth. He had one of her thighs in a tight grip, and the other she wrapped around his head.