Page 137 of Icebound Hearts
I settle on top of her, bracing myself a bit so that she’s not holding all of my weight, then bring my mouth to hers, kissing her gently everywhere that I can reach. Her lips, her neck, her collarbones, her chest. I drag my face and nose across her skin, drinking in her scent—because even though she’s in my arms, I’m still afraid I might lose it. She’s been gone long enough that it was already starting to slip away.
Violet clings to me, moaning and clutching at my shoulders when my lips graze her tender skin. There’s something about the way she responds to even the smallest of my touches that hits me right in the chest, and even though I just came, I’m already starting to swell inside her again.
As if she can feel it too, she takes my chin in her hand and pulls my mouth back to hers, urging me to kiss her. And as I do, she wraps her legs around my waist, digging her feet into my lower back and ass cheeks to pull me deeper into her. The feeling of her wrapped around me like this, our bodies entwined so completely, makes my dick surge.
My hips move on their own, grinding against her and pushing my cock deeper into her. She gasps into my mouth and gives me a squeeze with her legs, urging me to keep going. I slowly start to fuck her again, rocking my hips back and forth until I feel my cum spilling out of her around my cock with every thrust.
“I’m not done,” I whisper against her lips. “I’ll never be finished with you, Violet Sutton.”
Chapter 47
Violet
Sawyer clasps my hands together and holds them above my head, and I swallow hard as his words wash over me.
He’s fucking me slower and deeper than before, but it’s no less intense than the first time. I’m totally lost in it, in the feeling of our bodies melding into one. It hasn’t even been that long since the last time we were together like this, but now that I have him again, my body can’t get enough.
We move like that until the spark flickering inside me grows into a full-on flame again. I whimper mindless words against his mouth, kissing him with swollen lips as the familiar tingle starts to spread through my body.
“Come with me,” he whispers hoarsely, and I nod, already falling over the edge.
Sawyer’s tongue slants against mine, his deep groans mixing with sounds of pleasure as his hips buck against me. I feel the warm flood of his cum again, more wetness seeping out between us as he fills me to the brim.
We come down together, still kissing leisurely, and I finally feel the desperation that’s had a hold on me since he got here start to subside.
After several long moments, Sawyer gently pulls out of me and lies down beside me. I’m messy, but neither of us care or move to do anything about it. He doesn’t seem to want to leave my side any more than I can bear the thought of him going even for that. Instead, he pulls me close, holding me against his chest that’s still heavily rising and falling as he tries to catch his breath.
I lie there quietly enjoying the glow and the feeling of his warm body against mine while he strokes my hair with one hand and my lower back with the other. I have no idea how much time has passed or how long we’ve been in this trance, but I don’t really care about that either. I don’t want it to end. Not tonight, not ever.
But I know it has to eventually, so I’m determined to drink in every moment, every little detail of the way he looks and feels against me.
Being away from him has been suffocating, and I’ve felt like I’ve barely been keeping my head above water, but now that he’s here, I can relax and breathe again. Everything was out of place for so long, but in his arms, everything is back to the way it’s supposed to be.
I draw in a deep inhale, breathing in his scent, then freeze when a note of something I hadn’t noticed before catches my attention.
“Wait… why do you smell like my shampoo?”
Sawyer chuckles. “Oh, that. Um… I’ve been using your brand ever since you left.”
I sit up to look him in the eye, my brows furrowed. “You have? Why?”
He tips my face up by my chin to meet his eyes. “Because I needed it. I missed you so fucking much that having your scent with me was the only way for me to function for even half the day.”
My heart thuds in my chest as I stare back at him with a million thoughts racing through my mind. But they’re all a jumble, and as soon as I focus on one, it’s gone, replaced by a dozen others.
“Did you think about me when we were apart?” I finally ask, and Sawyer raises his brows at me.
“Are you kidding? Every single minute of every day,” he says, and the certainty in his voice makes my heart skip a beat.
I swallow down the lump in my throat and try to speak, then I realize I wouldn’t know what to say even if I could. “Sawyer,” I choke out. “I…”
He gives me a gentle squeeze, something warm and steady shining in his eyes. “I’m past trying to play it cool with you, heartbreaker. I’m so fucking in love with you.”
My chest swells with emotion, my heart pounding even faster. “Is that why you came here?”
He nods. “I had to see you. I couldn’t take it anymore.”
My smile widens, then fades into a grimace, because it occurs to me that maybe this was all a terrible mistake. It’s not like him coming to California has changed anything. I still have this new job and life here, and he still has Jake and the Aces back in Denver.