33. Leah

CHAPTER 33

LEAH

I never knew how exhilarating it would be to voice my concerns about being with Sawyer, to Sawyer . I feel so much lighter. Like I'm walking on air. Although, that could also be from the way Sawyer is kissing me like he'll die if his lips aren't on mine right now.

That motherfreaking ‘atta girl' is going to bring me to my knees for him, I already know it.

I know I can't live my life scared of being hurt by him, especially not when he's here telling me he'll do everything he can to prove to me that he won't. That would just be stupid on my part, and I've never thought myself to be a stupid woman.

"Hey, what are you doing this weekend?" I ask, breaking our kiss.

Sawyer clears his throat, clearly stunned by the abrupt stop. "Umm. Going out. Broadway, I think?" I rear back and he laughs.

"I've been inducted into the guy's group chat. They informed me about it." He shrugs.

"Holy shit. You got in with the grumpy bunch?" He barks out a laugh and it's one of my favorite sounds to date.

Seeing Sawyer smile is one panty-melting thing.

Hearing him laugh? Fills my heart to the brim.

"Well, seeing as how Tucker is going to be my brother-in-law soon, and I kind of recruited Tank's friendship shortly after I met him, it wasn't too hard." I can't fight my smile knowing how well he's getting along with my best friend's husbands—and one's soon to be husband.

"So, you're not busy then? No games, or big parties to be at?" I tease.

"Nah, games are tomorrow and Thursday, and I don't go to parties unless it's mandatory. Not quite my scene." He presses his forehead to mine, a playful look in his eyes.

"You're away for tomorrow's game, right?"

"Yes, don't remind me," he growls, burying his face in the crook of my neck making me giggle when he keeps nuzzling like he can't get close enough.

"Why?"

"Because I can't take you with me," he mumbles into my hair then leans back and looks at me. "Can I?"

"No!" I giggle louder, making him groan in disapproval again.

"Then I'm staying here tonight." I feel my heart stutter and Sawyer smiles against my neck. "I just wanna spend time with you, Dove. Don't go overthinking it on me."

"I wasn't," I lie.

I was one hundred percent over thinking it.

He leans up and grabs my thighs, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

"I am going to do this right for you, I promise." He pulls one of my hands to his lips and kisses the top of it, simultaneously giving me a wink.

I stopped imagining what my first time sleeping with Sawyer would be like a long time ago. Then I stopped picturing sleeping with anyone all together, too put off by the idea of being with anyone but him in that way. So, I know no matter how it happens, it'll be perfect because it'll be with Sawyer—and I don't see how that could ever not be right.

We end up ordering pizza, letting the TV play in the background and talking until I can barely hold my eyes open. Then he carries me to bed, strips down to his boxers and slides in next to me.

I'm woken up by the sound of Sawyer's voice saying my name. At first I can't tell if I'm still dreaming or not, so it takes me a moment to realize I'm hearing him in real life. The rasp to his sleepy, already deep seductive tone has me wetter than I already was from said dream.

"Leah," he says again.

"Mmm," I groan back. "What? I'm sleeping," I mumble.

"Dove, if you don't stop grinding your sweet little pussy on my dick in your sleep, you're not going to be getting much more of it." His arms are wrapped tightly around my torso, and his lips are brushing over the shell of my ear and that's when I realize I am latched onto him like some kind of horny koala bear.

Someone just bury me under this house, please.

"I am so sorry." I barely slide my leg over an inch before his hold on me tightens.

"Don't you dare fucking move."

"But I thought—" He releases me just enough to let me lift my head to look at him.

"You better have been dreaming about me." His voice is so sexy he could probably talk me to the finish line at this point.

"Well, it wouldn't be anyone else that's for damn sure." I'm grateful for the low lighting in my room because I can feel how red my cheeks have gotten.

God it's like I have some kind of illness around him where I can't not blush at everything he says or does. He flips us over so I'm on my back and he's hovering over me, slowly sliding his hand down towards my sleep shorts.

"How wet am I going to find you if I slip my hand in these little shorts of yours, Dove?"

"Slip it in and see,"

Bitch, what did you just say?

Fuck it, here we go.

I bite down on my lip, still riddled with nerves but trying to remain calm. I want this with him, I want it all with him. I just have to step into my confidence about it.

He slides his hand up the loose shorts, finding me without any underwear—again.

Am I doing it on purpose? Yes. Yes I am.

When he slides a finger inside me with ease he groans and presses his forehead to mine.

"Do you want me tonight, Dove?" My heart pounds and my pussy aches for his touch.

"Yes," I half whisper, half whine.

"Tell me how. What part of me do you want?" I see the muscle in his jaw tighten as he stares back at me with a fire burning behind his gorgeous blue eyes. Not ready to say it out loud yet, I run my fingertips over his lips—realizing just how soft they are to the touch.

"You want me to eat your pussy?" I bite into my bottom lip and nod. "Then say it with that beautiful voice of yours." He frees my lips from the hold of my teeth, and I almost pass out from how fast my heart is beating.

I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do it.

"I want you to eat my pussy."

Holy shit, I did it.

"Thank fuck." He leans down and captures my lips with his, moving his hand back down to my shorts to untie the drawstring. Once it's undone, he slips his hand into the waistband and teases me further. Running a finger—then two—through the wetness between my legs before rubbing my clit. He better get down there fast because I'm already about to come apart.

"Sawyer, please?" He nips at my neck then descends down my body. Pulling my shorts from my legs and discarding them to god only knows where.

"I got you, baby." His hands caress the sides of my hips as he kisses the inside of my thigh, taking a deep breath just inches away from where I need him to take the edge off. Then he gently glides his tongue through my lips and growls in a way that quiets everything else in my mind but him.

"You taste so fucking sweet; I may never come back up for air." Then he goes back down, and I die in the most lovely way. Every flick of his tongue, every kiss, every time he sucks me into his mouth with the perfect balance of firmness and tenderness, I let go a little more. Then he slides his fingers inside of me, curling them to hit every pleasure point he can, and I completely fall apart. Hands tangled in his hair, hips grinding against face, and one final "Atta girl, come for me, baby" and I'm met with the most mind-altering orgasm I've ever experienced.

It starts in my legs and travels all the way up to my nose, as he savors every last bit of my release. Even after I'm on the descent of my high and he slides his fingers out of me, he wraps his hands around my thighs and continues gently licking and kissing every inch of me in a way that gives me a feeling so foreign I wouldn't dare try to dissect it in my current state.

He wipes at his chin, then crawls back up my body until our eyes are locked. "Was that as good as your dream?" I wrap my hands around the base of his neck as he smirks at me.

"You're better than anything I could ever dream of." The playfulness disappears and he leans down to kiss me—slow and deep, letting his tongue explore every inch of my mouth it can reach—sending a fresh wave of desire between my legs.

"I'm completely addicted to you, Dove."

The feeling is mutual, Moose.