Page 101 of Icebound Hearts
“Go ahead,” he demands, and this time, it’shisvoice that’s strained. “Say it’s nothing. I dare you.”
I stare back at him, my breath coming faster. There’s a hard look on his face, almostangry, and I realize in a rush that maybe what I saw a moment ago hit a nerve with me, but now I’ve hit a nerve with Sawyer.
I don’t take his dare.
I don’t say anything.
He doesn’t either, gazing down at me as silence fills the small elevator. White hot tension crackles between us, lighting up every nerve ending in my body, and the pit in my stomach fills with butterflies.
The moment seems to stretch on forever, and with every second that ticks by, my breaths grow more and more shallow.
He’s waiting. He’s giving me a chance—morethan enough chance—to speak. But still, I don’t say the words.
I can’t. Because they’re not true.
As if I spoke that thought aloud, something shifts in Sawyer’s expression. He releases his hold on my chin, palming the back of my head as his lips crash down on mine.
The kiss is so intense that I stumble backward, but he follows me, pinning me between his sturdy body and the elevator wall. The embarrassment and frustration from my overreaction to seeing him with his potential new agent mixes with a flood ofarousal, and I gasp against his lips, my body arching against his instinctively.
“Sawyer,” I whimper, my eyes falling shut as he moves down to my neck, attacking the sensitive skin there with kisses.
“Is this what you want?” he murmurs against my skin. “You want me to prove it to you? You want me to show you how fucking crazy you make me?”
I let out a soft sound, my hands tunneling through his hair as I grip his head, fighting to keep breathing as a flood of wetness soaks my panties. He draws back, something wild and almost feral in his eyes as he licks his lips, like he’s tasting me on them.
“What do you want, heartbreaker?” he rasps. “You want me on my knees for you? Is that what it would take for you to believe me when I say that you areallI want? That no other woman holds a fucking candle to you?”
I don’t know if he’s really asking, if he’d really do it. We’re in a fucking elevator, for god’s sake. This is such a bad idea.
But that doesn’t stop my head from dipping in a small nod.
Sawyer’s nostrils flare, and without a second of hesitation, he drops to his knees. His big, callused hands slide up my thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and when he reaches the hemline of my skirt, he doesn’t stop. He drags it upward, baring my panty-covered pussy to him, and then leans forward and puts his mouth on me, sucking at my clit hard through the fabric. I suck in a sharp breath at the sudden rush of sensations, reaching out to steady myself by gripping the bar that runs along the elevator wall.
He sucks on my clit harder, and I know that the front of my panties must be absolutely soaked by now as my knees shake.
“Fucking hell,” he grates out. “What am I gonna do with you, Violet? Huh? What?”
It must be a rhetorical question, because he seems to knowexactlywhat to do. He already has me on the edge of an orgasm, and I have no fucking idea how that happened.
I should be worried we’ll get caught. I should be concerned that we’ll be too loud. But none of those thoughts have space in my head as he continues his delicious assault on my pussy, letting out a frustrated noise before he tugs my panties off so that he can lick me without the barrier between us.
He drags his tongue all the way up to my clit, then closes his mouth around it, surrounding it with his hot, warm breath and flicking his tongue across it. My knees nearly buckle, and a whimper trickles out of me.
“Do you believe me now? You’re the only one I want,” he mutters against me, then hoists me up by the hips to perch my ass on the little bar, giving himself better access. “You’re the one I fucking dream about.”
He flattens his tongue against my clit and slowly drags it upward, making me shudder as my thighs clamp around his head. My hands stay locked tightly around the bar as he fucks me with his tongue, driving it in and out of me before switching his focus to my clit again.
I can feel my arousal leaking out of me, and he groans hungrily as he draws back and looks up at me, his chin glistening in the elevator’s harsh fluorescent light.
“Has anyone else ever gotten you this wet?” he demands.
“No,” I admit in a whisper, and I know he can tell I’m not lying. I couldn’t lie in this moment even if I tried. “Please, Sawyer…”
His jaw clenches, and he surges to his feet suddenly.
“That’s fucking right,” he growls in a low voice.
With one hand on my hip to steady me, he fumbles with the button and zipper of his pants, then shoves them down. His cock springs free, and he drags it up and down my soaked pussy afew times. “You’re the only one my cock gets this hard for. And I’m going to make sure you never eventhinkabout doubting that again.”