Page 40 of Infinite as They Come (Sinful Trilogy #3)

“Tell me how many rooms you want.”

“I don’t know, Sawyer, you kinda sprang a very strange question on me at a bad time!”

“It’s not a bad time. It’s a perfect time. Couples are supposed to talk about this sorta stuff together.”

“Not while they’re—oh, Sawyer.” He had hit that spot again, my thighs shaking either side of him as he pulled out just an inch and hit it once more when he pushed back into me. “Please, please, please.”

“Tell me.”

“I… I don’t…” My eyes were rolling into the back of my head, my brain not able to string together a proper sentence let alone answer a question like that. “Sawyer, please, feels so good.”

“Three bedrooms?” he asked, voice gruff but level. “Three or four? Five’s too many. Who the fuck needs five?”

“Oh my God, Sawyer, shut up,” I said, but then he forced a long whine out of me as he pulled almost all the way out and pushed back into me, letting me feel that delicious stretch of him again, all thick and long.

Head lolling back, my fingers desperately pulled at his hair.

“Mm, God, so much. There’s so much. Can feel… Can feel all of you.”

“Yeah, I know I’ve got a big cock,” he said, using one hand to grab my chin to keep me facing him, “but I need you to focus.”

But I couldn’t. It all felt too good. His hands on me, his gruff voice, every inch of him pushing in and out of me with nothing in the way.

I loved feeling him like this. Every ridge, every vein.

It always made me feel so close to him, so connected, all locked together as one—even if we were in the middle of some ridiculous discussion about houses and rooms.

“Can’t…” I managed to say, eyes half lidded. “Feels… Feels so good…”

“You want a mansion?” he asked. “You want some big house with a thousand rooms? Hm, baby? Is that what you want?”

My head shook wildly. “N-no. Don’t want that.”

“Maybe you do want it. You wanna live in a house with so many rooms that you don’t have to see my face when you’re pissed off at me.”

My arms swung around him at that, lips crashing to his in a messy, frantic kiss. Tongues tangled. His hands kneading at my ass, mine all knotted in his hair. Him giving me all of him while being completely soaked with me, every thrust so deep I could have sworn I felt him in my stomach.

“Wanna…” I said against his lips. “Wanna see you all the time, Sawyer.”

“Yeah?” he muttered. “Even when you’re mad at me?”

“Especially when I’m mad at you.”

“You didn’t answer the question about the rooms.”

My eyes rolled, about to give him an annoyed groan when he suddenly picked up the pace. As if that would make answering his stupid questions easier. My fingers lowered to yank at his shirt, tugging and tugging as he slammed into me.

“You want one of those fancy ass plant rooms?” he asked.

“What the hell is a plant room?”

“The one you have at your house. With all the glass windows and plants and shit. Sul… Sil… Whatever the fuck—”

“Solarium, you idiot, and no,” I snapped, “I don’t want one.”

“Then what do you want? ”

“I just wanna live with you. One bedroom, three bedrooms, no bedrooms, no plant room, I don’t care, Sawyer, as long as it’s you.”

For a second, he paused, his hands there on my ass as our eyes locked.

I could have sworn I felt him twitching inside of me as we stayed like that, unmoving besides our heaving chests.

Then he reached a hand up, fingers gently moving through my hair as he guided my face to his.

His tongue pushed into my mouth as he went back to pumping into me, my squeal muffled by his lips.

He was moving fast, wild, ever so slightly unhinged, and I still wasn’t sure what had set him off.

Sawyer usually liked to take his time when we did this, liked to stretch things out for as long as we could rather than have moments we had to rush.

But right now? Right now he was thrusting his too big length into me like I was the only thing holding him to together.

“Need you to cum for me,” he mumbled against my lips. “Need you to soak my cock for me, princess. Do it.”

I whined, offering him nothing but a frantic nod.

My focus was long gone as Sawyer kept pushing into me, all fast and perfectly aimed, that spot so deep inside of me easy for him to find.

Always. Like I was made for him, like he was made for me—fancy plant room or no fancy plant room.

It was one more perfectly aimed thrust that sent me over to the edge, my whole body trembling as I hit my peak right there on his lap.

I was too tired to move, too spent to raise my hips even that little bit, but Sawyer knew exactly what to do.

Hands on my hips, he kept pushing in and out of me, dragging my orgasm out, letting me feel every last throbbing inch of him.

All those veins, all those ridges, thick and pulsing inside of me.

He pulled away from my lips with a deep grunt, and then he was emptying himself inside of me. “Take it,” he mumbled as he dragged out his thrusts, pushing into me deep and slow. “Take it, sweetheart. Take every fucking drop. Just take it.”

Still there in his lap—one of my favorite places in the world to be—I did.

Every thrust, every twitch of his length, every drop, I felt it.

It had me shuddering as I fell there against his chest, too exhausted to move an inch.

There wasn’t any time for me to move, anyway, because Sawyer was wrapping his arms right around me, keeping me pressed to his slightly heaving chest. Head there against him and still buried with literally every last inch of him, I let myself relax into his touch.

He kissed the top of my head, fingers light and gentle as he caressed the exposed skin of my back.

“Please don’t move, baby,” he said lowly. “Need to feel you a little longer.”

I whined, keeping myself pressed to him. “Need it too.”

“Just stay there. Stay right there for me.”

I listened, resting on his chest as he touched me, his mood suddenly going all frustrated and hungry for me to tender.

He gave my head soft kisses, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin before he held me right to him.

My eyes fluttered closed, getting lost in the way he kept his arms secured around me.

It would have been more than enough to get me to fall asleep right there in his arms, the heat of the afternoon sun lulling over me.

It was like this every time right after we made love.

Fast and hard, long and slow, no matter where or when, he always held me so tightly after, and I would never get over how safe that made me feel.

“Just wanna take you places you like,” he murmured, putting an end to the silence. “Places that make you happy. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.”

I nodded against his chest. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I liked that place. I like everywhere with you. It’s just…”

“Just?”

“You’ve been kinda distant lately. I don’t know what’s on your mind. You’re allowed to keep things to yourself. You don’t need to tell me everything, Sawyer, just…” I paused. “I just feel like I’m not part of whatever you’re going through right now.”

Breathing still a little ragged, he pulled me away from him that tiny bit so I could look up at him. He lifted a hand up, his thumb caressing my cheek. “You’re my sweet girl. Always caring about me, huh?”

“I love you. Of course I care about you.”

“I love you too, angel. Love you so much. And I’ll never stop, you know that? Never gonna stop loving you.”

I hummed. I didn’t want to leave that spot. I just wanted to stay right there on his lap, him inside of me, his gentle fingers moving so carefully across my back.

“I’ll look after you,” he said. “I will, Holly. Just wanna look after you. Just wanna be the one who makes you feel so safe and loved.”

There was something in his eyes that told me he was holding back.

I stared into them—so green, and so much darker now after what we just did—like I could read his mind.

He had been keeping something from me this whole trip.

Since it started. Since before he bumped into his mom, and I was starting to think it wasn’t just her that was making him so distant.

“You can tell me. You can tell me anything, Sawyer.”

His thumb kept stroking against my skin. “I know.”

“Anything that’s on your mind… It doesn’t have to stay there. You can share it with me.”

He nodded. Quick and curt. “I know, sweetheart.”

“Tell me,” I said, voice barely above a whisper.

He froze that tiny bit under me, like those two words were enough to have him tense up. Even his thumb stopped moving on my cheek. It was just our eyes locked, unblinking, our bodies still pressed so tightly together.

“It’s…” he said.

“It’s?”

“It’s nothing, honey. Nothing you gotta worry about.”

That didn’t make me any less worried. That thumb on my cheek creeped up higher, until his hand was at the back of my head and he was pulling me right to him again, letting me rest against his chest. It was something.

I knew it was something. There had been a lot of distance between the two of us since the road trip started even though I was pretty sure it was supposed to do the opposite to our relationship.

He held me tight, and I felt safe and shielded.

Like even with the shakiest ground underneath me, I’d still stay standing, because it was him. It was Sawyer.

But my mind was still rushing with thoughts that made me feel a little too anxious. Whatever was on his mind, he was keeping it to himself, locked up tightly and walled up.

He was really good at doing that.