ANTON

Sawyer stirs next to me in bed, the soft coos from her slumber morphing into more of a mumble. I roll onto my back, not wanting to give the impression that I was watching her sleep. Even though that is exactly what I was doing.

It’s hard not to. She looks damn near angelic like this.

Another little mumble, paired with the shifting of the sheets, and there’s no question she’s awake now.

“Why am I still dressed?”

I chuckle. The almost accusatory tone to her question probably shouldn’t be funny, especially when that’s the first thing out of her mouth in the morning, but I can’t help myself.

Having gotten to know her—the real her—I’ve learned that little Miss Bossy Pants is nothing more than her go-to defense.

Same as sarcasm and button pushing is mine.

“You fell asleep on the ride home last night,” I tell her, rolling back to the position I was just in, propping myself up on my elbow.

I look down at her, those chestnut locks spread across the pillow, burying her scent in it, leaving her mark, so that I’ll be able to smell her on the nights she’s back at Magnolia Manor.

“I didn’t have the heart to wake you, and it felt kinda creepy to undress you while you were asleep. Even to just take off your shorts.”

Sawyer smiles, an honest-to-God, true smile, and my heart stops. I swear on everything, that smile is brighter than the sun itself, warming me up like the middle of July.

“I didn’t realize I was that tired.”

“I blame Tizzy’s chocolate-covered bourbon cherries. They pack a punch and go straight to your head, but are deceptively delicious.”

“That they are.”

She stretches out, a yawn escaping as she raises her arms, her boobs shifting ever so slightly from her move. Damn bra keeping them in place. Still, it’s more than enough to make my dick twitch, the memory of her naughty insinuation from last night still running through my mind.

“Is there anything on the to-do list other than Sunday dinner at your parents’?” she asks, sliding out of bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

“Nope. I should probably call Alex at some point and check to see if anything was worth picking this morning, and if there was any kind of intake, but I can pretty much guarantee there wasn’t.

” I sit up, propping the pillow up behind me and leaning my head back against the headboard.

“It’s funny, some summers are so full tilt, balls-to-the-wall busy that I can’t see straight and would kill for a lazy summer Sunday morning.

And this year, now that I get one…I don’t know what to do with myself. ”

“You could always do me.”

I look up, eyes landing on Sawyer, in nothing but her mint-green panties, leaning against the doorjamb to the bathroom. Her hair is still mussed from sleep, but her brown eyes have a glint to them like I’ve never seen.

Oh, fuuuuuuck…

I’m rock hard in an instant, all the blood in my body rushing to my dick, leaving me incapable of any other thought. The only thing I can focus on is the insanely gorgeous, nearly naked woman standing in my bedroom, asking me to fuck her.

And who am I to turn down the lady’s request?

“Is that what you want?”

Sawyer bites into her bottom lip, a move done more out of self-consciousness than in an attempt to be sexy, but accomplishes the latter nonetheless, a blush creeping up her cheeks. Nodding, she saunters across the room, climbing onto the bed and kneeling next to me.

“I want to spend the morning in bed with you, doing all sorts of things that until you walked into my life, I thought were just a fantasy.”

Well, Sawyer Brown, your wish is my command.

I wrap an arm around her, hauling her into me, and kiss her hard.

She lets out a whimper, the sweet taste of her lips mixed with a minty freshness that betrays her bathroom activities.

The fact that she thought she had to brush her teeth before she kissed me this morning is adorable though, making my already raging hard-on even harder.

Something that shouldn’t be possible. Yet somehow, she’s doing it.

Deepening the kiss, I run my fingers through her hair, trying to pull her closer still.

Wanting to make sure that no part of us isn’t touching.

That she feels just as consumed by this as I do.

Circling her hips, she brushes her panty-clad center over my hard-on, and that’s more than enough to push me past a breaking point. There’s no holding back now.

“Tell me your fantasy,” I say, my voice coming out gruffer than I anticipated.

“What?”

Sawyer draws back, but I stop her, holding her in place. I keep my hand firmly on the nape of her neck as I start to kiss along her jaw and then down her neck, tasting her skin .

“You said that you wanted to do things you’ve only fantasized about.” I nip at her collarbone, earning me a moan and another grind of her hips against my cock. Fuck, Sawyer… “So tell me. When you imagined this—when you thought about me fucking you—how did it go? What did we do?”

Sawyer sucks in a breath, eyes flashing hot. “You really want to know?”

“So bad. You have no idea.”

She nods, biting down on her lips again. Fuck me, that move might kill me.

“There’s a couple of versions.” Her voice is strong, steady, borderline bossy.

I nod, urging her on. I want her to find her confidence in this, the same way she’s confident in the lab.

The same way she had no problem telling me off for using a sulfur-based spray that first day we met.

“Most common starts with me going down on you, and driving you crazy until you can’t control it anymore and you have to fuck me. ”

Well, I didn’t see that coming…

I thrust my hips up into her, holding tight, and I kiss her. “Why, Sawyer Brown, you naughty, naughty little girl. You want to suck my cock?”

I watch a shiver rip through her, her already red-hot skin getting even hotter. Note to self—dirty talk does it for her.

“I do.” She scoots back, her features strong and determined as she slides down my body, taking my sheets and shorts with her.

My dick springs free, already standing at attention.

“You’ve helped me deal with one half of the fear; I think it’s time I conquered the other half and show you my appreciation. ”

Taking my dick in her hand, she slowly strokes me.

Pleasure surges through me, and I let out a moan, my body jerking under her touch.

My eyes are glued on her as she moves her hand up and down, mesmerized by the sight.

It’s the first time she’s touched me like this—all our other moments together I’ve kept the focus on her, waiting until I was alone to give myself some relief.

I didn’t want her to feel any kind of pressure like she had to return the favor.

“Just remember, I’ve never done this so…”

I open my mouth to respond—to tell her that there’s really no way for her to mess this up—but then she lowers her head, sticking out her tongue, licking from base to tip. My mind goes blank, all my thoughts stolen from me, nothing but a croak of air coming out.

Then she does it again.

Fuuuuuuck…

Every inch of me is on fire as Sawyer takes me in her mouth. If I thought I was hard before, I was wrong. Pleasure surges, ebbing and flowing as she moves, and it’s more than I can stand. I don’t know if it was the wait or something else, but this isn’t like anything else I’ve experienced.

No, that’s a lie. I do know what it is. It’s her. It’s Sawyer. She is unlike anything or anyone I’ve ever experienced.

And being here, like this, with her, isn’t something I take for granted.

It’s also not something that I’m going to be able to withstand. Because she is too fucking good. I feel like she is sucking my soul from my body, and as much as I want to give it to her, not like this.

“Fuck, Sawyer…” I moan, reaching down for her. I run my fingers through her hair, and she moans, sending vibrations straight through my dick. I jerk, damn near coming right then. “You’re gonna make me come…”

“Isn’t that the point?” She looks up at me, dick still in hand, circling the tip with her tongue. As hot as that image is, it’s the little Miss Bossy Pants voice that does me in though.

“Not right now, it’s not.”

I reach down, yanking her up, pressing my lips to her. I kiss her until we both can’t breathe, rolling her over until she’s pinned underneath me. I’m so worked up and so past turned on, but I need to make sure she’s right here with me. To make sure that this is every bit as amazing as her fantasy.

Maybe even better.

“Tell me, baby, when you were imagining this,” I whisper, nibbling at her collarbone, running the backs of my knuckles over her nipples, feeling them pebble as I make my way farther south. “Did you play with yourself?”

Sliding my hand over her smooth pussy, I dip my fingers into her folds, avoiding her clit. She whimpers, circling her hips, trying to make contact with my hand, her wetness greeting me.

“Yes,” she hisses.

“Good.” I sink a finger inside her, a gasp gliding over her lips.

Taking a nipple in my mouth, I lave it with my tongue, watching her squirm underneath me.

“The thought of you in my teenage bedroom, fingers deep in this pretty pussy, thinking about me…fuck, Sawyer…you have no idea what that makes me want to do…”

“Fuck me?”

It’s half demand, half question, her voice so ragged and breathy as I slip in a second finger that it’s more than enough to make me want to answer yes. But she hasn’t come yet. And that simply won’t do.

“Not yet, beautiful.” I ease down her body, settling in between her thighs. My new favorite place. “I need a taste first.”

“Anton!”