Love Me Reckless (Love Me Dangerous #2)

Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

KIRILEE

Sawyer wakes me at five in the morning with the most tender kisses. Opening my eyes to see him propped up on his elbow, gazing at me like I’m a gift he can’t wait to open sends a rush of goosebumps over my skin.

“Morning.” I soak him up. The soft brown eyes flecked with gold and the scratchy stubble on his jaw and his hair tousled with sleep. It’s my new favorite image to wake up to. “You’re up early.”

He gives me a lazy smile and caresses down my arm, taking his time. “I waited as long as I could.”

I roll to face him and close my eyes as we kiss. His lips are soft and tender, and the scruff on his chin is like catnip. I imagine leaning into his face as he rubs it all over me.

“No fair, you’ve brushed your teeth,” I say with a laugh.

Under the covers, he traces the curve of my hip, making my tummy whoosh. “I’d say go ahead, but I don’t want you leaving this bed.”

“How very caveman of you.”

He grasps my thigh and tugs me closer, so the rod of steel that nearly broke me in half last night presses urgently against my thigh. A groan escapes from my lips. He’s so hard and smooth. Ready. Is this how he always wakes up? If so, how will I ever want to leave his bed?

“Something you want to share?” he asks.

I stroke down his arm, then hug his lower back and wriggle closer to him. “Can we stay in bed all day?”

“At some point, we’ll need food. Coffee. Maybe another shower.” He kisses my neck, slowly rolling me to my back, then climbs between my legs.

“I don’t need any of those things.”

He kisses down my body, pausing at my breasts to tease me, his sexy scruff adding delicious heat to my skin. “Are you sore, princess?”

The hollow between my thighs gives a needy ache. “In the best way.”

He gives a deep purr that sends a wave of prickles down my spine.

He kisses his way down. “Let me fix it.”

With the added friction from his whiskered face, I come in a matter of minutes, his tongue like magic and his fingers so skilled and nimble, like they are in direct communication with my body.

Still panting, I grope for a condom from the stack we’re quickly working through and tear it open with my teeth.

Sawyer chuckles as he kisses his way up, lingering on my breast, then rises to his knees. He helps me roll the condom on, and then he lifts my left leg through the air to meet the right one, rotating my hips, then slides in behind me like we’re a couple of spoons.

Sexy spoons.

The thick tip of him presses against where my heartbeat thumps and everything is aching for his touch. With one firm thrust, he pushes inside me.

It’s delicious, almost decadent. He moves slowly, deliberately, touching me while our bodies find a rhythm and the minutes melt from one to the next.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart,” he says in a firm tone, wrapping his calloused hand around my thigh as he moves faster. “I want to watch your gorgeous face when you come. ”

I do as I’m told, the pleasure expanding like sweet fire in my belly. I give in, letting it consume me.

We both come down, panting, the sheets tangled all around us. My limbs feel limp and free, like I could float away.

Sawyer leads me into the spacious bathroom, past the twin pedestal sinks to the walk-in shower lined with thick glass bricks. As the warm water cascades over us, we kiss and touch, playful at first, our laughter blending with the splash of the water on the tiles. He lets me wash his hair, giving me a moment to drink in his thick lashes, his firm jaw, and the soft pout of his perfect lips. I kiss him, and he cups my bottom, bringing my body in contact with his. He exhales a soft sigh.

“I love how good you feel in my arms.” He lowers to kiss my shoulder, sucking on my skin for an instant, sending a sharp ache to where my pulse is starting to throb. “I love these freckles.”

“I certainly have enough of them.”

“I love that too.”

We turn off the water and he wraps me in a towel before grabbing one for himself, the hard, muscled planes of his thick thighs and broad shoulders impossible to look away from.

At one of the sinks, I brush my wet hair and slip my toothbrush from the toiletry kit I packed for my honeymoon while Sawyer finger-brushes his hair. We both brush our teeth, and watching him in the mirror makes me giggle.

I bend to the sink for a rinse, and when I glance up, he’s pulling something out of my toiletry bag.

It’s my little wedge-shaped vibrator and the bottle of caramel-scented lubricant from my bachelorette party.

His eyes lock on mine. “Invigorating way to start your day.”

I try to play it cool but a hot blush eats up my neck. “It’s not how I start my day.”

“Why not?”

I can’t meet his eyes. “I actually… haven’t used those yet. ”

He steps closer. “Why is that? Douche date got some kind of hangup?”

“I don’t know.”

“So… he’s not in on the fun.”

I shake my head.

Compassion fills his eyes. “It’s more than that, isn’t it? He’s never taken care of you.”

“Let’s just forget it,” I say in a rush, grabbing his hand to lead him back to the bed. I don’t want to talk about this right now, not when we could be making up for all the time we’ve already lost.

But my arm pulls taut, like he’s put down roots, and I jerk to a stop. “Kirilee.”

I risk a glance. The planes of his face have gone hard, his gaze heavy with longing.

“It doesn’t matter anymore,” I say.

He pulls me to him and gently wraps his arms around my waist. He rests his forehead against mine. “It matters to me.”

“Why? It’s over.”

“That’s for fucking sure. He’s never going to hurt you again.” He leans down to kiss the hard knob of my shoulder, his lips so smooth. It’s difficult to reconcile such tenderness with the hard edge in his tone. Yet isn’t that what I love about him? That he’s so confident, yet caring? An iron shell guarding the sensitive insides he only shares when he’s ready.

“He didn’t hurt me.”

Sawyer kisses the curve of my neck, sending tingles everywhere. “That stunt with the dress didn’t hurt? Whisking you off to China so you missed spending Christmas with your friends didn’t hurt? How about him denying your pleasure? Don’t tell me that didn’t hurt.”

I try to wriggle free but he’s not letting me go. “I thought if I was good to him, and became a good wife to him, it would be enough. That I’d be enough.”

He kisses up my neck, to behind my ear. “You’ve always been enough. But not by being someone’s version of good. By being you . Just you and only you. Exactly as you are.”

The words are like icicles pricking my skin. “Sawyer,” I manage, the word like a croak.

He spins me around, so I have no choice but to see my troubled face in the reflection and his determined grimace. “The way you light up every room. The way you care for the people you love. Your incredible kindness. Your resilience. Your delight in other people’s happiness. Your generosity.”

He plants a soft kiss to my temple, his eyes closing, as if in reverence. “Your passion.”

“It’s not… too much?” Emotions from deep inside me rise to a steady buzzing in my chest as our gazes connect in the reflection.

“Only to the people who don’t understand.” He watches me a moment longer, then plucks the little vibrator and flips it on.

He arches an eyebrow.

I look away, my blush returning with a vengeance.

He glides the flat end of the toy up my thigh, making me jump.

“Tell me where you want this,” he says, one hand wrapping around my middle while he inches the toy higher.

I glare at him in the mirror, but I can’t hold in my smile. “You know the answer to that.”

He gives me a sly smile. “I think you might like telling me.”

I laugh and shake my head.

“Or maybe you’d like to show me.”

“Ha. Fat chance.”

He glides the toy to the apex of my thigh, parting the towel open, then follows the inner curve of my leg downward.

A wicked gleam brightens his gaze. He zooms the vibrator up again, arcing to my waist and down the other thigh, the towel shifting. “Hmm.”

The hollow between my thighs gives a thirsty, urgent twist.

“How about that lube? Any ideas? ”

“I don’t know,” I blurt because he’s got me on edge already and I don’t like it.

“Tell me your thoughts about it.”

“I thought it would make oral sex better somehow.”

He glances up, a look of surprise crossing his face. “For you or your partner?”

“Both.”

He zooms the vibrator up the seam of my leg, right past the needy bundle of nerves I am desperate to tend to. “Why haven’t you used it?”

I whimper. “He doesn’t go down on me.”

He gives a low groan, like he’s in pain.

“I thought it would make me taste better.”

He runs the vibrator along the inside crease of my thigh, the vibrations so close to where I am crazy for attention that I whimper.

“There’s nothing wrong with the way you taste.” He delves my pussy with his other fingers, making me jolt, then brings the tip of one to my lips.

I’m so turned on that I close my eyes and suck his finger into my mouth. The taste is clean and a little bit salty, like the ocean. It’s not exactly good… but combined with the hum from the vibrator creating a sweet ache deep in my core and his firm hold on me, it’s oddly yet undeniably sexy.

Or maybe it’s just how much he seems to like it.

Sawyer glides the vibrator between my thighs.

It’s like hot butter and a hundred tongues right there . “Ohhh.” My whole body starts to tremble and my breaths turn fast and sharp.

“You want to help?” He wraps his arm around my middle like he knows I won’t be able to stand on my feet much longer.

“I think… you’re doing just fine.”

“I’m not going for ‘fine,’ princess.”

Desire and frustration burst into flames inside me and heat explodes on my skin.

I place my hand on his while bracing against the sink with the other.

He groans as I guide his hand with the toy.

“That’s it,” he says.

The towel comes undone and Sawyer slips it free, leaving me naked and trembling. My climax spirals so fast I can’t keep the room from spinning. I shut my eyes as the powerful motor vibrates me into another universe.

“You are enough, Kirilee,” Sawyer says in my ear.

I so badly want to come. I am more desperate than I’ve ever been.

“Say it,” Sawyer barks, his grip around my waist reassuring, grounding.

The hurt and pleasure and need all blur together into one thick knot. “I’m enough,” I manage.

“Yes. Again,” he says, circling my clit with the most intense focus, making every nerve ending dance.

I open my mouth and grip the edge of the sink. “I’m enough.”

The climax rips through me, my cries sharp in my ears and the hollow in my belly turning molten as pleasure floods in. My thighs rattle against Sawyer’s and I fold forward, taking him with me, gripping his arm tight.

Against my back, his erection presses into me through his towel.

Breathing fast, my desire like a drug in my veins, I tug his towel free.

Sawyer groans. “More, hmm?”

“Please,” I pant. “I want everything.”

He kisses between my shoulder blades, his wet lips sending an electric current down my spine. “Bare?”

Last night he noticed the little pill package in my bag, and he shared his history. I thought we’d reach this stage at some point in the future, but it’s clear that the future is now.

I lock eyes with him in the mirror to give him the answer.

“Fuck.” He reaches between us and glides into place.

I arch my hips as he slowly thrusts, his thickness right on the edge of what I can take. But my craving for him—all of him—makes it exactly what I need.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He groans, sliding his hands up to cradle my waist. “This time, you’re going to ruin me .”

“That’s the idea.” Panting, I grip the sides of the sink with both hands as he thrusts. I glance at the mirror, and the image of us sends my desire into overdrive.

I come again, my body so tight around him, the pleasure rupturing from deep inside me. It starts slow and builds like a runaway train, rising in speed and force, leaving me feeling wrecked and stitched together all at once.

Sawyer comes with a low groan, pulsing hard and firm. A bright warmth washes through me, like I’m soaring.

Sawyer folds over me, breathing hard, his cheek resting on my spine. We stand there, my hands slippery on the sink and my legs like noodles, our bodies slick from sex and still locked together in the most intimate way.

Finally, Sawyer spins me around and plants the softest, most delicate kiss on my lips. Then he lifts me into his arms and carries me back to bed.

Under the covers, he scoops me close. I wrap my arm around his waist as he strokes my hair and caresses my back, my thoughts tipping to and fro like a little boat adrift.

I’ve never been that honest. Not with anyone. Maybe…not even with myself. To do so, and be held with such fierce tenderness… It’s confusing. And hopeful. And hard. Like something inside me is breaking, but in a good way.

“You remember what I said outside that dressing room?” he says, caressing my shoulder with the pad of his thumb.

You are one thousand percent enough . Was that the moment I fell for him? Emotions thicken inside my chest, and I wrap my arm tighter around him. “I’ll never forget it. ”

He hums a soft sigh, the deep timber of his voice vibrating through me. “I’m going to keep saying it.”

I focus on the rhythm of Sawyer’s steady breaths and close my eyes. I don’t yet understand what is happening inside me, but maybe, it’s enough to trust that someday, I will.

I wake to Sawyer carrying a large mug and a plate with one of the cinnamon rolls into the bedroom. He’s dressed only in a fresh pair of briefs, his muscular thighs flexing as he walks. The scent of the warmed cinnamon-y dough blends with the rich coffee, making me groan.

Sawyer grins. He places the plate on the bedside table and sits on the side of the bed while I scoot up, bringing the sheet around me.

I grab the mug with both hands and take a slow sip. The coffee is rich and strong.

“There’s cream,” he says, watching me.

“This is perfect.” My second sip warms me all the way to my toes.

“Hungry?” He cuts a bite of the cinnamon roll and offers it to me.

I give him a look. “Breakfast in bed? Now I really feel spoiled.”

He winks. “Good.”

I lean in and slide the bite into my mouth. “Yum.” I set the coffee down and slide the plate from his lap so I can cut him a bite.

His eyes sparkle like he’s humoring me as I lift the fork to his lips.

“Will you go to that house that’s for sale with me today?” I ask as he chews.

“You bet.”

I smile. “I figure it’s worth a second look, you know?”

“Hell yeah.” He takes the plate from me and cuts a bite, then feeds it to me. We’re getting to the sticky middle where the dough is softer, sweeter. I moan in delight.

“You’re going to have to stop making those noises if you ever want to get out of here. ”

I laugh. “What if I like watching you squirm for once?” I take a turn feeding him, but when I slip the fork free, he leans in to kiss me, which makes us both laugh.

I inhale a full breath to refocus my thoughts. “I need to talk to my family, and Birch.”

“You don’t owe them anything.” Though his tone is neutral, like we’re discussing the weather or what to make for dinner, there’s a little muscle in his neck that’s gone taut.

“You’re right, but my actions affect my family. I can’t just walk away from them.”

He gives me a grim nod. “How can I help?”

I sit back and cradle the cup of coffee so it warms all my fingers. “I’ll start with my brother. Yesterday, he told me to have faith. That we would figure things out.”

He sets the plate aside. “That’s a good sign.”

“There’s one other thing, but you don’t have to go.”

His eyes flash. “Name it.”

“I want to visit my mom.”