Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,14

we each try to get the other undressed at lightning speed.

We stumble across the room, almost tripping as we kick off our pants, and when Sawyer reaches for my panties and tugs them down over my hips, I realize he’s shaking a little.

This is so different than the man I know, so different than the casual, languid ease he always seems to project. He seems desperate and intense, almost a little nervous, and that thought revs me up just as much as his deep kiss did earlier.

He’s still tamping down his lust power, I realize. This isn’t some magical aphrodisiac, it’s just me and him. Sawyer, raw and open and real.

We make it to the bed, which I only realize when my legs hit the edge of the mattress, and Sawyer picks me up and deposits me on the soft bedding before draping his body over mine. He settles between my legs, and I can feel the press of his hot, hard cock against my thigh.

There’s no preamble.

No long, drawn out foreplay.

He just notches his thick length at my entrance and then drives home. A noise that’s half squeak and half grunt falls from my lips as he fills me. It’s shocking, the sudden change from being empty to being so full, but it feels amazing. It feels incredible the way my body stretches to allow him in, the way my slick wetness makes it easy for him to slide inside.

I tighten my legs around his waist as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, biting and kissing my skin as he drives into me. It’s rough and hard and fast, and the bed creaks beneath us as his pace picks up even more, our bodies slapping together.

With a deep groan, he grinds his hips against mine, making my clit throb with pleasure as he pulses inside me, coming hard.

The bed stops shaking, and we lie like that for several long moments, catching our breath. He’s totally relaxed on top of me, his lean, tattooed form draped over mine. His face is still resting in the little nook where my neck and shoulder meet, and I can feel the puffs of his breath against my skin.

“Fuck,” he groans, and it’s the most satisfied sound I think I’ve ever heard in my life.

I grin up at the ceiling, hooking my ankles at his lower back and brushing my hands up and down his back. He’s got scars here too, and I can feel the texture of them beneath my fingertips.

“Believe it or not,” he says with a low chuckle, “that really never has happened to me before.”

“What?”

He lifts his head a little to look down at me. His amber eyes still burn with heat, but there’s something a little sheepish in his expression too. “I’m Lust. I’m the literal personification of sex and sensuality. I’ve never… uh, finished so fast before.”

I bite my lip to hide my smile. “You mean you’ve never come before your partner did?”

He looks irritated at himself. “No.”

“Never?”

He rolls his eyes, lifting one hand from the mattress and gesturing at himself. “Lust. Remember?”

“Well, sure.” I squeeze my inner walls around him, making his pupils flare. Then I wrap my arms around his shoulders for good measure. “But there are other reasons for having sex besides just orgasms. I mean, I know I don’t have a lot of experience, but that’s what I think, anyway. I didn’t come, but I still liked it. I liked feeling how bad you needed me.”

I bring one hand up to cup the side of his face, and he surprises me by leaning into my touch as I brush my thumb over his cheekbone. He gazes down at me, some new emotion rising up behind his beautiful amber eyes. Then he shocks me again by turning his head even more and pressing a kiss to the palm of my hand.

“I’ve never known anyone like you, Trinity,” he murmurs. “You look at the world, and all you see is the good.”

I shrug, my gaze glued to him as he kisses my palm again, sending little tingles up my arm. “No, I see the bad parts too. Or at least, I think I do.”

He looks back down at me, a smile pulling at his lips. “But you don’t let them turn you hard. You hold on to your hope, even while you try to make things better.”

“Yeah.” I shrug again. I’m not quite sure what to say, but I like the way