Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,13

slow. Gentle and soft. Not because I don’t have an inferno of desire burning in my belly, but because I don’t want this moment to be about that. I want it to be about showing Sawyer how much he means to me.

How much I care about him.

I want him to know I see him.

He responds instantly, his mouth moving against mine, his tongue darting out to taste mine as our lips part. I scoot a little closer to him on the couch, my hands coming up to run through his soft brown hair. When that’s no longer enough, I crawl onto his lap, my knees going on either side of his lean hips.

There’s tension in his body as I settle on top of him, and I can feel the wave of lust rising up in him. His hands land on my hips, squeezing gently as his cock stiffens beneath me. But he tamps the magical lust down, holding the inferno in check as I take my time exploring him. I draw my lips away from his, taking the opportunity to kiss his scars, his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose.

I want to touch and feel and taste every part of him.

And he’s letting me.

He’s letting me touch him in a way that’s almost more intimate than it is sexual, and I know somehow, deep in my bones, that this is hard for him.

It’s getting harder and harder for me too, honestly. Because I do want him. I’m attracted to him, in more ways than one, and it’s becoming more difficult to sit on his lap and kiss him like this without grinding down hard against his cock, trying to ease some of the ache building in my core.

He stays still, letting me push us both as far as we can take it. We kiss again, our tongues sliding together as we breathe each other in, and my hand slips under his shirt to find the flat, hard plane of his stomach.

When my fingertips move downward, Sawyer’s self-control finally seems to snap.

“Fuck, angel,” he mutters against my lips as he surges to his feet, his strong arms wrapping around me to pin me to his body.

Then he strides down the hall, never breaking our kiss.

Chapter Five

Trinity

Sawyer keeps kissing me as he walks, and it’s distracting for both of us. I can’t quite tell where we’re going, and I hope he knows the layout of the house well enough to find a bedroom.

Or at least a room with a door. I’m not really all that picky at this point.

We keep crashing into the walls because he’s not paying close attention to where he’s walking, and when it happens for the third time, he apparently decides to stop fighting it. Instead of pulling me away from the wall to keep walking down the hallway, he just pins me up against it, grinding his hips against mine as he kisses the breath out of me.

Holy crap.

Our kisses were sweet and chaste when they started, but now it feels like we could burn the whole house down. My whole body feels like it’s on fire, my lips swollen and sensitive, and as he thrusts his hips in a rhythm that matches his tongue, I groan into his mouth.

“Bedroom,” I whimper, wishing now that I’d gotten us onto a bed before I started kissing him. I should’ve known the spark between us would turn into a raging blaze.

“Fuck,” is all he says, nipping at my bottom lip as his breath comes faster. I can feel his heart slamming against mine in his chest, and the thought that I’ve gotten Lust himself so worked up, teetering on the edge of control like this?

Well, it’s quite an ego boost, I’ll tell you that.

Not that I’m in control myself. I’m squirming against him, trying to press against the wall to get closer to him, arching my back to press my boobs against his chest as my legs tighten around his waist.

Finally, Sawyer heaves me away from the wall and staggers a few feet to the left, shoving open a door.

I have a second of giddy amusement as I realize how freaking close we were to the bedroom before Sawyer gave up and dry-humped me against the wall. Like he couldn’t wait even those few extra seconds.

The door shuts behind us, and he sets me down on my feet, his hands immediately going to the hem of my shirt. I mirror his movements, and we tussle with our clothes as