Page 86 of Icebound Hearts
He pushes the door open, his hungry gaze locked on me as he ushers me inside, and as soon as it shuts behind us, he tugs sharply on my hand, spinning me around to face him. His other hand cups my jaw as his lips crash down on mine, claiming my mouth in a hot kiss. He slides his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I open for him, making a soft noise as I go up onto my tiptoes.
My hands move up to tug off his shirt, but when they graze his ribs, he hisses out a breath. I yank them back, cringing.
“Shit, sorry!” I whisper. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Worth it,” Sawyer growls and pulls me back into him, his mouth claiming mine again. I’m more careful where I let my hands wander this time, wrapping my arms around his neck and sliding my fingers into his hair as he kisses me so deeply that it bends me backward a little.
“I wouldn’t have guessed you were a masochist,” I tease when we break apart, and he huffs a laugh.
“I wouldn’t say ‘masochist.’” He wraps a hand around my hair, tilting my head back and nipping at my lips. “More like ‘addict.’”
I make a plaintive noise as we kiss again, because I think I know what he means. I feel addicted to this already—to the way he touches me, the way he looks at me, the filthy things he says to me. We’ve only just started this friends with benefits thing, and I feel like he already knows my body better than any other man I’ve ever been with. Almost better thanme.
Without pulling his lips away from mine, he guides me carefully toward his bed. We keep kissing as we take our clothes off piece by piece until we’re both down to our underwear. Sawyer reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall to the floor beside me as his gaze rakes over me.
My hand twitches as I have the instinctive impulse to rest it over my scar, but I don’t. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I don’t want to cover up the mark or hide any part of myself.
It’s hard to put into words what the hungry look on his face does to me, but when he gazes at me like this, I feel like the most desirable woman in the world. It’s intoxicating, and it only makes me want him more.
“We have to be careful,” I tell him, my gaze dropping to the ugly bruise that’s already blooming across his ribs. “I won’t forgive myself if I hurt you any more.”
Sawyer nods, giving me a heated smirk as he slides my panties down over my hips, letting them fall to the floor. “I’ll let you do all the work, how about that?”
I laugh, although it turns into a moan as he drags two thick fingers through my pussy lips. I’m already wet for him, and I know he can feel it. “Good boy.”
“Fuck.” He bites out a curse, crushing his lips to mine again. He fucks me with his fingers as his tongue delves possessively into my mouth, and when the kiss breaks, he rests his forehead against mine. “Never thought I had a praise kink, but Jesus,hearing you call me that is such a goddamn turn on. Say it again, heartbreaker.”
I grin, my nipples pebbling as he keeps playing with my pussy. Giving him a sultry look, I whisper, “Be a good boy and get on the bed so I can ride your cock.”
His fingers curl inside me, making my knees wobble, and he kisses me hard again. But when we separate, he moves toward his closet instead of the bed. I make an incensed noise, and he laughs softly.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be good for you,” he promises. “I’ll lie down and let you ride me until you come all over my cock. I want to feel you fucking soak me, baby. But I need to get something first.”
I watch curiously as he retrieves something from a small, narrow dresser inside his closet. I can’t quite tell what it is, and I lose focus on it momentarily as I notice the way he winces as he crawls onto the mattress. He’s definitely still in pain, but I do think this is helping to distract him.
Good.
I wait until he’s situated on the bed, his upper body propped up a little against the headboard, then climb up after him and kneel beside him. His thick cock is tenting his boxer briefs, and I carefully stretch the waistband over his length, then work them down his legs before tossing them aside.
From this angle, I have an even better view of the piercings than I did last time he fucked me, and I can’t help but reach out to run my fingers over the little silver balls at the end of each barbell.
Sawyer shudders at my touch, his cock twitching slightly, but when I straddle his waist, he holds up a hand to stop me.
“What is it?” I ask quickly, worried I missed seeing one of his bruises and accidentally hurt him.
“Before you show me just how well you can take my cock, I have something for you,” he says, his eyes burning with something I can’t quite decipher. “If you want it.”
“What is it?” I ask, glancing down at his closed fist, where he’s holding whatever he grabbed from the closet.
“Close your eyes.”
I purse my lips but squeeze them shut.
“Good. Now hold out your hand. Palm up.”
Again, I do what I’m told, and a second later I feel something cold and metallic fall into my palm.
“Open your eyes,” Sawyer murmurs.