Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,15

he’s looking at me. I like the softness in his eyes, the way the heat in them mingles with tenderness.

“I was never sure I loved Valentina,” he says after a pause, and my eyebrows shoot up. That’s not what I expected him to say. I sort of figured the subject of his ex, or whatever she is, would be closed after our talk in the living room.

“You weren’t?” I whisper.

“No. I knew she loved me though, and I felt… something for her. The things I felt scared me, and I cared about her enough to know that I’d never be able to give her what she needed. I’d never be able to love her as much as she loved me.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” I shake my head, thinking of the way Sawyer is with his brothers, how he obviously loves all six of them, even if he doesn’t get all sentimental about it. “I don’t think Valentina thought so either.”

I remember what she said to him in her shop, about how the scars she left on him weren’t meant to be a curse. Was she trying to break down his armor somehow? To make him just a little more human? Enough that he might realize he could let someone in?

Sawyer purses his lips, letting out a breath as he considers my answer. He’s still buried inside me, and having this conversation while our bodies are still literally connected makes it feel even more intimate somehow.

“I don’t know,” he says finally. “And I guess I’ll never know. I don’t feel those things for her anymore. We’ve both moved on.”

A little bubble of relief rises in my chest, and I try not to let it show in my face. Maybe Sawyer sees a hint of it though, because his smile softens. He catches my hand in his, bracing his other on the mattress as he looks down at me.

“For a long time, I didn’t think I was built for love,” he says quietly. “For sex, for lust, for desire, yes. But not for love.” He presses my hand to his bare chest, right over the spot where his heart beats. “Now, though? I’m not so sure.”

Oh.

Holy crap.

I’m glad we’re feeling his heart and not mine in this moment, because if his palm was pressed to my chest, he’d feel my heart pounding a mile a minute.

Did Sawyer just tell me he might love me?

I swallow and lick my lips, trying to work up the nerve to say something. I’m not even sure what exactly I’ll say, but before I can speak, he drops his head and kisses me. It’s slow and deep, and it makes the arousal that was building up inside me come roaring back.

He slides out of me, and I feel a slick gush as his cum spills down my thigh. His amber eyes are warm and wicked as he draws back a little, hovering over me.

“Turn over, love,” he murmurs.

A little shiver of anticipation works its way down my spine, and I do as he says eagerly. I don’t know what exactly he has in mind, and there’s a certain vulnerability in lying face down like this. But I trust Sawyer completely. He may be the personification of sin, but I know he’d never hurt me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

His palms drag down my body, following the curve of my spine before grabbing two handfuls of my ass and squeezing. I bite my lip, squirming a little against the bed, and he chuckles before grabbing a pillow and propping it under my hips. That lifts my ass in the air, tilting it up and putting me on display, and my toes curl a little as I press my cheek against the blanket, watching Sawyer out of the corner of my eye.

He takes his time just like I did earlier, exploring my body and peppering my skin with kisses. And when I’m just as close to losing control as he was, he finally slides into me again, giving me what I so desperately need.

He braces himself above me and drives into me, and I grip the covers in both hands, pressing my forehead into the mattress as sensation ricochets through my body.

When he slips one hand between me and the pillow, finding my clit with the pads of two fingers, I go off like a bomb. My back arches, my ass jiggling with every thrust of his hips as I clench hard around him.

But he doesn’t stop. The steady movement of