Take the Chance (Top Shelf Romance #9) - Brittainy Cherry Page 0,200

fell apart, wide and open.

“Yes, yes, yes…”

The word came out of me in hissing whispers, then moans, then screams I had to bite back, as Sawyer drew from deep inside me, a heavy ache of ecstasy so strong I became lost in my own body. I felt only that searing, beautiful agony and Sawyer’s mouth, his tongue and lips, and his hand on my thigh, squeezing and pressing me open to him, not stopping until my cries filled the room and then tapered to whimpers as the orgasm swept through me.

I sank back against the headboard, after the currents of that first orgasm streaked through me. My legs were boneless. My arms dropped to my sides, my head lolled.

Sawyer wiped his chin with the back of his hand and went crawling back up my body.

“Not done with you yet,” he growled in my ear, and then I gasped and sat up straight as his mouth on my neck sent reviving currents through me. The desire for him—to have all of him, naked and inside me—surged through every part of my body.

I reached to pull the drawstring on his pants as my mouth found his. I kissed him hard, with gnashing teeth and a tongue that explored every inch of his luscious mouth that had just unraveled me. My hand slipped inside his pants to find him huge and hard.

“Oh my God,” I hissed against his mouth, stroking him. “This. You…I need you.”

He nodded, and bent to reach for the nightstand drawer.

I scooted back against the headboard to watch Sawyer strip out of his pants, then his boxer briefs. Another flush of heat swept between my legs at the magnificent sight of his nakedness; defined arms, pecs, abs, under smooth, tanned skin, and then the V that led down to his pure masculine beauty. My hand went to my own wet desire, needing the touch until he finished rolling on a condom.

“Yes,” I whispered, as Sawyer knelt over me, kissed me, then lifted me so he could kneel under me, sitting on his heels. I rested on his thighs for a moment, my back against the headboard and Sawyer in front of me, his beautiful dark eyes full of hard want and reverence; gentle care and heated need all at once.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said again with a soft voice, even as his hands gripped my hips painfully. “But Darlene…”

“You won’t,” I said. “I don’t care if you do. I need you…God, Sawyer, please. Please…” I craned my mouth to him and his lips met mine just as he lifted me over him and slipped inside me as I sank down.

“Oh God,” I hissed, as the huge, heavy pressure of him filled me, stretched me.

“Jesus,” he groaned, his forehead on mine. “You feel…fuck, you feel so good…So…”

“Perfect,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes and then burning away. “This is perfect.”

Sawyer lifted his head to look at me in the dimness, and I saw everything I’d ever wanted to see in a man staring back at me.

The moment of stillness caught and held, and then the need in our bodies became ravenous and couldn’t wait one second more. His hands on my hips gripped harder, lifting me and then bringing me down on him. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, kissing him at first as the heaviness of him pushed into me, touching deep, and I undulated my hips to bring him deeper, to take his every thrust harder.

Kissing became impossible, and Sawyer reached above me to grip the headboard with both hands, caging me in his arms. I reached up too, held on and lifted into his thrusts, to meet his every movement. My soft breasts brushed against the hard muscles of his chest, while the intense pressure of him inside me grew and tightened, coiled into something ready to explode. I couldn’t get enough of him. His warm scent, the taste of his kiss when our mouths clashed frantically, the feel of his powerful body pinning mine against the headboard.

“More,” I whispered. “Sawyer... I want more.” I could barely speak, barely comprehended the words that fell from my mouth. “Take me…”

Though it didn’t seem possible, Sawyer’s hips moved faster and harder at my words. He reached one hand down to hook my leg onto the crook of his elbow, to cradle my injured foot, while taking him somehow deeper into me with every thrust.

I could barely hold on as the tight coil he’d been brushing