Shattered (Hostage Rescue Team #11)(8)
If it were up to him, it would be just close family, a few of Carm’s friends and his teammates in attendance. Something simple. Quick. Then they could spend the remainder of the budget on an awesome honeymoon and a down payment on a great house instead. He’d said it early on, then never brought it up again because it was clear she had other ideas.
Carm searched his eyes, as though weighing his truthfulness. Or maybe looking for something she wanted to see. “I want you to be happy with it. I want it to be the best day of your life.”
“It will be, and I’ll be happy as soon as I make you Mrs. Vance,” he said, leaning down for another kiss and hoping she’d let it drop. He was starting to dread talking about the wedding.
Her lips curved into a slow smile beneath his. “I love you.”
Yes. Victory. “Love you too. Now come here, woman.” No more talking. He banded one arm beneath her bare butt and lifted her off her feet.
Carm let out a little squeal of surprise and delight and wound her legs around him again, the position pressing her open sex to his covered erection. He groaned into her mouth as her heat burned through the front of his jeans. He strode out of the steamy bathroom with her clinging to him, their tongues twined together, and carried her out into the living room. Bedroom sex was great, but today he wanted a change of venue to switch things up.
He set Carm down at the end of the tufted leather couch and yanked his shirt over his head. The sound of approval and pure female appreciation as she stared at his bare chest with naked yearning shunted every last drop of blood to his cock. He’d never get tired of the way she looked at him.
Her hands went to the fly of his jeans, impatiently ripping the button free. Sawyer plunged one hand into her hair as she shoved his jeans and underwear down his hips, kissing her with all the pent-up hunger inside him as he cupped one luscious breast in his palm and squeezed gently.
She gasped into his mouth when he tweaked the hardened nipple, murmured when he kicked his jeans and boxers away and bent her backward over the arm of the couch, forcing her back into a gorgeous arch and elevating her breasts.
It was an invitation he couldn’t resist.
He sucked one tight brown nipple into his mouth, her sexy moan mixing with the rush of blood in his ears. Christ, she was sexy. Ripe in a way he couldn’t get enough of. Everything about her was sensual, but the way she responded to him, the way she never held back, turned him on more than anything. He’d felt so damn guilty about fantasizing over his best friend’s sister for all that time, and now he didn’t have to because she was his.
Carmela purred her approval, her fingers rubbing against his scalp as he feasted on her breasts, first one, then the other. The position gave him perfect access to her body, his hips settled between her parted thighs, his cock snug against her core. He rocked against her slowly as he suckled, sliding along her open folds.
“Ooh, Sawyer,” she gasped, squirming, unable to move much with the arm of the couch beneath her and his weight pinning her in place. Being restrained did it for her in a big way, and he was happy to oblige in the fulfillment of that fantasy. He loved taking control in bed.
When her gasps and sighs turned to moans and she couldn’t keep still, Sawyer gripped her hips and dropped to his knees, his face level with the tantalizing folds between her thighs. At the first touch of his lips she sucked in a sharp breath, one hand grabbing the back of his head.
With a low, possessive growl that came straight from his gut, he feasted on her, sliding his tongue over every sensitive inch of her, sucking at the taut bud peeking out before plunging his tongue inside her.
She cried out and pushed her hips up, demanding more. He kept going until she was panting, desperate, then stood. Carm reclined on the tobacco-colored leather like a centerfold, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath, eyes glazed with need, thighs splayed open over the arm of the couch.
Seeing that need on her face ignited the most primal part of him. The one that wanted to take her, claim her, brand her with his body.
Sliding his arms beneath her, he lifted her slightly and spun her over onto her stomach, her stomach resting over the arm of the couch. She wiggled her hips in blatant invitation, impatient and restless. A low sound of approval rumbled out of him as he took in the view, all that gorgeous hair spilling down her back, her forearms resting on the couch, her ass up, sex exposed to his hungry gaze.
He set his left hand on her lower back and fisted his cock, bringing it to her entrance. Carm turned her head to watch, her cheeks flushed, teeth sunk into her lower lip, her expression and the tension in her body full of breathless anticipation. Primed and ready for him. And being able to take her without any barrier between them, was so hot he couldn’t control the shudder that sped through his muscles.
With one slow, firm thrust, he buried his length inside her. Soft, wet heat enveloped him in a tender caress that stole his breath and sent pleasure exploding through him. Carmela mewled and pushed backward, her eyes drifting closed, the muscles along her spine and shoulders straining.
So wet. So tight. Sawyer sucked in a breath and wrapped his hands around her hips, withdrawing almost all the way out, then pausing before surging back inside. Angling his stroke so the head of him slid over just the right spot.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, coming up on her hands now to rock backward. Demanding more. Craving more of what he made her feel.
Heart thudding, he eased one hand around to cup her in his palm, settling his middle finger over her swollen clit, and pressed as he thrust forward once more.