Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,12
wet heat pulsing through me.
“Sawyer…”
I’m trying to sound annoyed, but the breathiness of my voice makes me sound more like I just came a little.
“Trinity…” He murmurs my name back, and the way he says it makes my clit throb. “Why are we wasting time talking about Valentina,” he asks, his hand sliding up my thigh, “when we could be doing much more enjoyable things instead?”
He bends down, and I lick my lips. But he avoids my mouth, dropping a kiss to my neck, to the hollow of my throat, to my collarbone. I whimper, squirming with desire. It feels so good. Every time his lips meet my skin, it both satisfies me and ramps up my need even higher, like he’s feeding an addiction deep inside me.
I want him.
I want him to kiss me, to put his mouth everywhere, his hands everywhere.
I want his cock inside of me—
No. Wait.
I do want those things, yeah, but this isn’t how I want them to happen. He’s just trying to avoid talking about it with me, to avoid telling me what happened between him and Valentina. He’s using sex as a tactic, and no matter how turned on I am right now, I don’t do that.
“Sawyer,” I grit out, trying to get my breathing under control. “You’re deflecting.”
“And?” His hand slides between my legs.
My hips buck toward his fingers instinctively, but I use the jolt of movement to snap myself out of the daze of lust.
I slap his hand away. “Hey. You.”
“Yes?”
Dammit. Why does everything he say sound sexy? Even that one word makes me almost forget what I was doing.
Argh! Focus, Trin!
I snap my fingers in his face. “Eyes up here. Hands off. We’re going to talk about this. You can’t keep using sex as a wall to keep people away.”
“Oh, I can’t? Are you sure about that?” He sounds genuinely amused.
And much as I hate to admit it, I can kind of see where his confidence comes from. He did what I asked and isn’t even touching me anymore, but the fog of arousal clouding my head has barely faded. His mere proximity is enough to make my skin tingle with electric heat.
“Yes, I am sure,” I shoot back. “I know what you’re doing.”
I squeeze my thighs together, although I don’t know if that makes it better or worse. The action sends a pulse of pleasure though my core. I blow out a breath, scooting back a few inches on the couch.
“I may not be the most experienced person in the world, but I’m not stupid either. And I’m not as naïve as I once was.” I fold my arms and glare at him as best I can with overwhelming desire still pulsing through my body. “Just be real with me for once, is that so hard?”
Sawyer gets an odd look on his face. The amber of his eyes, which burns like fire when he’s in full-on Lust mode, darkens a little. His jaw clenches and he looks away, swallowing. “Maybe it is that hard,” he admits, his voice low and rough.
The arousal in me fades. It’s still there, it’s not gone completely, but I no longer feel like I’m being hit with wave after invisible wave of desire. Like Sawyer’s finally turned it off.
He’s still unbearably handsome. That hasn’t changed. But I don’t feel like I’m being hit with pure lust anymore. Whatever arousal is left in my body is there because I’m genuinely attracted to him, and that won’t change no matter what kind of magic he uses.
I can think a little more clearly now, and now that my head isn’t fogged up with lust, I can see what Sawyer was trying to hide from me.
His fear.
“You know that I like your scars?” I whisper. “I think they make you look more… real. Less like some crazy-beautiful god that I’ll never get to have, that nobody can have. You look like a genuine person.”
Sawyer glances up at me, and I can see vulnerability in his gaze. Like he feels naked. I feel like I can see him clearly for the first time, and I wonder if he fears that he’s not enough. That he has to use his power of lust to convince people to want him, that maybe they would reject him if they weren’t going crazy with hormones.
And if that’s what he thinks—oh, man, how wrong he is.
I take his face in my hands and bring it back to me, and I kiss him.
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