Page 140 of Almost Ravaged

I kiss her forehead once more and let out a breath. I respect her choice not to share and I won’t push her to talk, but I’ll do everything in my power to ease her discomfort.

“What do you need?” I ask. “A glass of water?”

“No. Please don’t leave.” She presses a kiss to my bare chest. “What I need is a distraction,” she whispers. “Make me forget, Mercer.”

Without waiting for a reply, she splays a hand against my shoulder and pushes me onto my back. Then she swings one leg over my body and rearranges herself under the covers so she’s straddling my lap.

Chapter forty-nine

Sawyer

Ipress Mercer back into the mattress, then climb on top before I can lose my nerve. I’m naked beneath the sheets, but he came to bed wearing fresh boxer briefs. The soft cotton fabric is all that separates us as I drape my body over his and plant a sweet kiss on his stubbled jaw.

He turns up the heat by capturing my mouth in a long, X-rated kiss.

After being startled awake from a nightmare, my heart raced, but as his warmth soaks into me, my pulse steadies.

“You want a distraction, Ms. Davvies?” he asks.

I splay my hands over his bare chest. He’s all lean, hard muscle below me, solid and steady.

“Yes, Professor,” I tease, trailing kisses down his Adam’s apple. I stop at the hollow of his throat, and he swallows against my lips, the muscles there stretching and straining.

His hand weaves into my hair and massages my scalp, bringing a new sense of ease. “If you want another hard and fast fuck, we should probably leave the room. I don’t want to wake Noah.”

My stomach drops, and anxiety twists my insides.

As much as I love it hard and fast, I need something else after that dream.

Tentatively, I pull back and plant my hands on his chest. “What we did tonight was incredible,” I whisper. “It was carnal and feral and hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. But I don’t want to be ravaged right now, Professor.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, pushing down the fear that comes with asking for what I need. “I want it soft and slow. Do you think you can do that for me?”

He stills, his body locking up beneath me.

I swoop in and peck him softly on the lips, giving him reassurance. But when I pull back, he shakes his head.

“Maybe we should wake Noah,” he suggests, his grip on my thighs tightening. “He’d be better at this.”

Lips pursed, I try to unpack his reply. The comment doesn’t come off as self-deprecating. It’s matter of fact, which means he believes it to be true. Unfortunately, Mercer has far too much emotional depth for me to believe he’s not capable of what I’m asking.

I bring my face to his and nudge his nose with mine. “Nonsense, Professor. I have a feeling you contain multitudes.”

He smirks, but he doesn’t object.

Taking that as a good sign, I retrace the trail of kisses I left on his neck, continue down his sternum, and keep going lower, lower, and lower still.

I take my time, learning and savoring the taste of his skin on my tongue. When the dark hair of his happy trail tickles my nose, I giggle.

At his waistband, I tuck my fingers beneath the elastic and look up for confirmation that he’s okay with what I intend to do.

Though it’s dark, he knows what I’m asking.

“For you, I’ll try.”

A tender warmth blooms inside me as I peel his briefs down. Once he’s kicked them off, I sit back on my haunches and take him in.

He’s exquisite.

He’s propped up slightly against his pillow so he can watch me, one arm slung behind his head and his legs spread wide. His erection is visible through the darkness, hard and proud, begging for my attention.