Chapter 11
Zoey
I gasp as Sawyer’s hand slides under my shirt to rub my stomach. He pauses, his nose brushing mine as his breath caresses my lips. I’ve gone far, done everything but s*x, but Sawyer is different. No promises, nothing beyond Saturday.
“Too fast?”
I swallow. “I didn’t expect you to... to ask.”
He brushes my hair from my face. “I’m not always the world’s biggest asshole. Sometimes,” he kisses me so softly that I melt against him, “sometimes, I’m just second place.”
I bite my lip and stroke across his jaw. “It’s not too fast.”
Sawyer pulls me up, so I’m straddling him. He groans as I settles on his lap, my p***y pressing against his hard-on. He palms my a*s while his mouth drags across my throat and my nails sink into his shoulders. Oh, Sawyer feels good. So good.
So mu
