Love Me Reckless (Love Me Dangerous #2)

Chapter 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

KIRILEE

The deep timbre of his voice sends heat prickles down my body, taking my pulse with it.

“There’s a lot of buttons,” I say, my breaths coming faster.

His eyes flash and he gives the slightest smile. “Sounds like you could use some help.”

“Definitely.”

He closes the distance between us. I take a step back, but my heels hit the wall, preventing me from going any further. Sawyer braces a hand next to me, boxing me in, his eyes never leaving my face.

“What’s going on inside here?” He gives my forehead a soft tap.

I’m trying to control my breathing, but the closeness of him, that peppery cedar scent of his and the strength vibrating through his body is throwing my thoughts upside down. “I’m excited.”

He chuckles. “Yeah? Something in particular you’re excited about?”

“Touching you,” I blurt.

His eyes warm. “Where do you want to touch me, princess? ”

The smoldering heat inside me sparks like a match to gunpowder. “Everywhere.”

I stroke the side of his jaw, where his skin is warm, the hard planes of his face smooth under my fingertips. Tracing the contour of his neck to where he’s unbuttoned his dress shirt, I slide my hand under the collar. He’s even warmer here, and so muscular and firm, it’s easy to imagine him climbing towers and swinging tools and carrying heavy loads with ease.

He gives a soft groan.

I smile. “You like that?”

“I might be a little excited, too.”

Laughter bubbles up through me. Has touching someone ever been this fun? I place my hand on the shirt’s button placket and glance up. “Can I?”

“You’re in charge, remember?”

I slip the first button from the tight seam, then the next, my quickening pulse tapping hard in my ears. At his waistband, I pull the tails free, and the shirt falls open. Caressing slowly, I mold his chest with my palms to his shoulders and slip the shirt free. He drops it to the floor then he’s back to boxing me in. His scent is stronger now—mixed with a subtle earthy warmth that’s uniquely and so perfectly him .

I want so badly to feel his naked chest against mine, for him to wrap his arms around me and never let go.

He lifts my chin so our eyes meet. “You doin’ okay?”

“The dress… please.” It comes out needy, almost desperate.

He turns me to face the back of the nearby sitting chair, the fabric of my dress swishing about my feet. He steps close, his bare chest warming my back. Heat shivers dance over my skin. My sigh comes out shaky. I wrap my fingers over the back of the chair and gently press back into him.

He caresses down my arms and places a kiss at the crook of my neck. I release another shaky breath.

“Why do you always smell so good?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my middle, like he wants me close, his nose buried in my hair. “It’s like cocoa, only better.”

He kisses the back of my neck, his lips so soft. More tremors ghost across my skin. He kisses down my spine. When his fingers brush past the bird at my ribs, he releases a soft hum.

“All healed and ready to fly, isn’t she?” he asks in a low tone.

I reach back and press his hand to my side, pinning him there while I breathe. Emotions I’ve held inside crack open inside me.

Keep following your heart, and you’ll get there .

“Such a brave girl,” Sawyer coos. He kisses the other side of my neck, his lips warm and wet. “So strong.”

I lean into him and he wraps both arms around me, cradling me close. I hug his arms tighter to me. “Very un-princess-like.”

He groans, and because his mouth is lined up behind my ear, the sound rattles through my insides, making my pulse throb. “Depends on the princess. I happen to know one who’s got all the courage in the world.”

I go limp in his embrace. Is this how he feels about me? I so want it to be true.

His lips brush my shoulder blade. I release his hand from my rib and he strokes down my spine to the buttons at the back of my dress. I wish I could see his big, calloused fingers working the delicate satin knobs. See the look of concentration on his face.

The final button releases, and he caresses up my sides, loosening the dress from my body. The beaded straps slip down my shoulders, and the weight of the dress pulls it from me with a soft whoomp , the fabric like a well of thick white satin around my ankles. I stand in just my thong, thigh-high stockings, and the blue garter, and glance at him over my shoulder.

Sawyer’s eyes are lit by a fierce heat, the planes of his face hard in the low light. He steps in close behind me, the warmth connecting our bodies as intoxicating as his rough hands on my soft skin. He starts at my shoulders, stroking down so slowly. When he gets to my hands, he clasps my fingers and brushes his lips against the back of my ear.

“You are so incredibly gorgeous.”

My body jolts as his teeth graze my earlobe. He caresses up my tummy, his touch firm and sensual, lighting up my skin, making my pulse pound, to the swell of my breasts. He cradles me while his kisses prick my neck and jaw.

“Every inch,” he says. “Every curve.”

I press back into him, needing his body firm against mine. His chest and thighs are thick and strong, muscular. His rough thumbs brush over my nipples, making my breath hitch. I rest my head against his shoulder, savoring his touch and his closeness.

I reach back to his thigh and fist the fabric of his pants. A part of me is scared he’s going to melt away, like he does in my dreams. Sawyer sucks the skin at the curve of my neck into his mouth, creating a tight sting that shoots a current of heat to the hollow between my thighs.

My pulse is throbbing so hard now that I’m panting. Sawyer’s fingertips stroke over my breasts, scissoring where I’m sensitive and so needy. He plants a trail of kisses to my ear while he strokes and teases, pinching just enough to light my skin on fire.

“I’m… the one—” I have to pause to catch my breath “—supposed to be touching… you.”

“You want me to stop?” His tone is firm and languid, like it would cause him no trouble at all to just walk away. The threat of this makes me crazy.

“No, please.” I don’t know how I’ve gone from being in full command of my faculties to this needy, desperate mess, but there’s no turning back. Not now.

“Please, huh?” he says with a hum of approval. Moving slowly, he strokes down my side, over the curve of my hip and down the front of my thigh, brushing over the wide band of lace holding up my stocking. “You like my rough hands on this tender skin of yours? ”

“You say it like I’m fragile.” I’m still gripping his pant leg like my life depends on it. “I’m not.”

He caresses the inside of my thigh, his thumbnail sliding just under the edge of my thong on the way up, making me shiver. “Hmmm,” he whispers in my ear. “We’ll see about that.”

This sounds like a challenge. One I’m desperate to tackle. “Bring it, handsome.”

He caresses over my pussy. The friction and thickness of his fingers over the thin satin fabric sends a jolt down my legs. I whimper.

“You need me here, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I manage. Every muscle is honed to keeping him close and my body open to him to explore.

He gives my nipple a teasing tug. “And here?”

I open my mouth but what comes out is garbled, like I’m drowning.

“Mmm,” he groans, leaning down to kiss my shoulder while he strokes over me again, his touch firm, deliberate. The satin is so wet that it’s like a second skin against my throbbing flesh, enabling me to feel everything.

As if reading my mind, Sawyer glides beneath the fabric to stroke me.

I suck in a tight breath, my thighs trembling. I want it too much. It’s too intense. Too fast. Too good.

My head feels buzzy and hollow and my breaths are fast and sharp. Sawyer cradles my breast and kisses my ear while his fingers glide firm and steady exactly where I want them. Every nerve ending is crackling. He’s got me trapped in a cloud of desire and sweet, wonderful need, with no way out.

“Let it all go, princess,” he says, his deep tone thick with hunger.

A desperate, wild craving is coiling hard and fast inside me. “Ohhh,” I whimper as it tightens and the sensations dancing over my skin turns electric.

I close my eyes as the knot springs loose and I tumble free, unleashing a wave of blissful heat inside me. The last of my apprehensions fade away as I climb peaks of pleasure, each one bigger and brighter. When I come with a cry, Sawyer holds me firm, uttering praises I can’t decipher over the pounding of my heart.

Slowly, the feeling ebbs and I collapse against him, panting.

He wraps his arms around my middle, holding me tight, and exhales hard into my shoulder. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

A fluttery laugh leaves my lips. I wrap my arms around his, my body feeling so alive, so vibrant and free, like I’m drifting down a slow, meandering river with the warm wind in my hair and my toes stirring the gentle current.

“Wait, you’re serious,” I manage between huffs.

“Hell yeah,” he replies. “You need me to prove it?”

“No,” I say quickly. “Wait, what if I said yes?”

He hums into my hair. “I might have to get rough with you. Teach you a lesson.”

Renewed desire coils in my belly. “How rough?”

“Depends on what gets you hot.”

My pulse thumps harder. “Like tying me up?”

“That’s an idea.”

“Spanking?” The instant the word leaves my lips, my thighs clench.

He gives my ass a little pinch, and I jolt, but it just makes me grind harder against his erection, and I groan.

“Why do you like getting me off?” I ask. “There’s nothing in it for you.”

He laughs. “If that’s what you think, we have some ground to cover.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Indeed.”

The word sounds funny coming from his bossy, unfiltered mouth, and I laugh. I glance over my shoulder to catch his eye, but he spins me to face him. With his hands cradling my waist, he pulls me closer. My breasts brush against his chest, sending prickles of desire across my skin. His lips press softly to mine in a tender kiss.

I kiss him back, flicking my tongue past his, eager for more. He caresses down my back to grip my bottom, urging my body closer and bringing the firm ridge in his pants against where my pulse is beginning to throb again.

Our kisses turn heated, our quickening breaths filling the quiet room. The feel of his warm chest against mine and the soft swirl of his tongue across my lips is a delightful reminder of his promise. A tremor skitters down my spine, and I press my body closer to his.

I caress his chest and ribs, my thumb brushing the trail of soft hair leading from his navel. I stroke back and forth above his waist, around his side to his lower back. He’s so firm here, so undeniably strong. Manly. Powerful. Like he could snap me in half.

The thought makes me shudder, but I’m not frightened.

“I’m going to ruin your pants,” I say.

“Maybe they should come off.”

I hum my approval. “My turn to touch you?”

He smirks. “Just a taste, but then I have plans.”

My skin jumps. The words spiral down through me, pooling in my core like liquid heat. I want to know what he means by this, and my mind somersaults with the possibilities.

Nobody has ever talked to me like this.

He kisses me, his lips tugging on mine, lingering for a fraction of a second.

I stroke down his chest to his belt buckle and exhale a shaky breath to cool the reckless energy racing through me. I rub the length of him over his pants with the heel of my hand. He sucks in a breath.

I’m no expert at any this, but I like the sounds he’s making.

Keep following your heart and you’ll get there.

I slip his buckle free, the metal clattering as I unbutton his pants and tug the straining zipper down. The fabric slips past his thick thighs, revealing charcoal fitted boxer briefs. I pull the pants lower, my fingertips brushing his skin. He braces off the back of the chair behind me to step free, then tosses them to the couch and yanks off his socks.

I glance up at him. “You get to save your clothes, but we’re going to ruin mine?”

His low hum sends a pang of longing deep into my core. “Are you going to wear this dress again?”

“No.”

His eyes darken. “You’re lucky I didn’t tear it off you.”

I think of his rough hands working the tiny buttons. “Did you want to?”

“Fuck yeah. I don’t want any reminders of him or that life you walked away from today.”

I wrap my arms around his waist and lean against him. “We’re getting there.”

“I know.” He strokes down my back. “I might be a little impatient.”

The sweetness of this sends a wave of warmth through me.

“Now turn around and put your hands on that chair.”

My skin jolts. “Why?”

He cradles my waist to spin me away and slips my thong past my hips, then caresses my bare backside, releasing a satisfied moan.

“So I can dirty up this dress.”