Sawyer smiled at the look of mild frustration on Elizabeth’s face.
He reached between her legs, smiling wryly at the way she squirmed beneath his touch.
“See – that look you have right now is the most adorable thing in the world as far as I am concerned,” she grasped the bedding in her hands, clutching the soft material as she tried to stifle herself from reacting to his touch or his words, “but I think I prefer the way you look at me when you know you’re going to get exactly what you want.”
He moved his hand away from her and she let out the breath she had been holding so she didn’t make a noise and gasped for air.
“What is it you think I want?”
“I don’t think, I know,” he moved his hand back down to touch her and she arched her back in anticipation, but he stopped just short of a
