Worth The Effort (The Worth Series Book 4: A Copper Country Romance) (20 page)

His heart leapt. No way did he want to embarrass her. “Shhh, no, it’s okay,” he said softly, kissing her right above the waistband of her panties. “I love it. It makes me even harder catching your scent. Seeing your wetness…right here.” He rubbed a finger along her cleft, her moisture showing through the thin fabric.
 

“Sawyer…” she gasped, “I’m so…”

“Ready” was the word she was looking for. He knew it firsthand.

“I know, baby. It’s not going be long and languid this first time. It’s been building since that night at the Commodore.”

“Yes,” she said. She dropped her head even farther against the wall, arching her neck and pushing the breast he currently held deeper into his hand.

He rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger and then pinched it lightly, eliciting a throaty moan from Deni.

He wanted to give her beautiful breasts the attention they deserved, to suckle them and fondle and lift and squeeze, but they were slightly out of reach of his mouth. No doubt she’d bend down if he told her to, but when faced—literally—with her sweet arousal at mouth level…

He trailed his hand down from her breast—much to her dissatisfaction, if her soft grunt was any indication. “It’s okay. You’re going to like this better, and I need two hands.” She stroked her hands down his back as far as they’d reach and then up again, squeezing his shoulders.
 

Sexy as they were, the panties had to go. He nuzzled her right above the waistband as his hands peeled the red fabric over her toned thighs and down her long, shapely legs. He lifted her foot again to take the panties off, but this time he widened her stance when placing the foot back on the hardwood. Running his hands up the backs of her legs, he circled around and his thumbs slid through her damp curls to open her even damper folds.
 

Deni’s sex was a place to study and revere, to lose yourself in experiencing its wonder. Pink and soft, with a hood to hide its buried treasure and a passage to hidden pleasure—an engineering feat to surpass all others.
 

“Jesus,” he sighed as he put his mouth on her. She jerked, and her hands left his shoulders, one grabbing his nape, the other lodging in his hair. She tasted so good. Musky and sweet at the same time.

But it was her noises that made him even more excited and touched him in a place he’d long thought dead. Soft sighs and then a small grunt as he put a finger inside her. And then a full-blown gasp as he circled the finger before adding another.

“Sawyer,” she said on a moan. “That feels so good.”

He wanted to answer her, but he wanted his tongue on her clit even more. Unveiling the hidden nub with his thumb and middle finger he swirled a finger around, joining his tongue, while his other hand started a slow movement deep inside her.

“Oh, God. Yes, that’s…”

One last wiggle against her bud and she let go, her muscles clenching against his fingers, her hips bucking, tits jiggling. A sight to behold.

Dear God, he was glad he saw her come for him for the first time in the glorious, blaring daylight. She was beautiful and he felt his heart thaw even more.

He sucked on her longer, trying to make it last as his fingers worked her. Finally, she slumped forward, sliding her hands down his back. Rising from his knees, he put a shoulder under her and lifted, getting to his feet with her draped over his shoulder, that sweet ass within biting distance of his mouth.

A soft nip had her lifting her head, as if coming back from the dead. Before she could object that she was being carried like a sack of potatoes, he laid her down on the bed and then joined her, settling himself on top of her.

Her legs immediately fell open, making room for him as he propped himself up on his forearms so he could see her face, see her pretty brown eyes as she finally opened them and looked at him.

Chapter Eighteen

Happiness is not a brilliant climax to years of grim struggle and anxiety. It is a long succession of little decisions simply to be happy in the moment.

~ J. Donald Walters

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hose green eyes staring intently down at her were almost enough to make her come again. God, how could one man be so sexy? She raised a hand to run her fingers across the stubble on his cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey,” she answered. Looking at him, and seeing how he watched her, the numbness of the past few months felt miles away. Though she was surrounded by ice and snow, she felt warmer than she had in a long time. She curled her fingers around the back of his neck and gently tugged his face down to hers to kiss him.

She could taste herself on him, and though just a moment ago she’d thought herself completely sated, she rolled her hips underneath his, wanting more.

“I know.” He answered her unspoken request. “I need to be there, too.”

He sat up, kneeling between her spread legs, and then stepped back off the bed, standing up. He peeled his jeans and briefs down and off. The sunlight was directly above them now and it seemed as if it were directing a big solar spotlight right down on all his naked glory.

There was that sexy chest, built from what she now knew was a
ton
of wood chopping and various other projects around this place. Hair was sprinkled across his chest in just the right amounts. Just enough to make her tingle when it touched her. It thinned out to a trail that led down his abs to his large erection, which he now took in hand and stroked a few times.

How hot was that?

His thighs were muscled too, but there seemed to be a leanness to him as well.

If not able to accurately describe his physique in her lust-muddled thoughts, she was certainly able to appreciate it.

“Holy wah,” she whispered, the phrase finally rolling off her tongue with Yooper ease.

He grinned at her and then bent over and pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans.

Guessing what he was retrieving, she said, “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”

“You are?” he asked, trying to hide his surprise. “I mean… I didn’t… I guess I just…”

“It’s okay. I’ve been on it since October to try to regulate my periods. They were all over the place.”

“Oh.”

“Not that you get to comment on why I may or may not be on birth control.”

It was the only time she’d seen anything resembling embarrassment on Sawyer Beck’s face. “Of course not. I didn’t mean—”

She let him off the hook. “I know. I was just playing with you.”

He narrowed his eyes at her. “So, you want to play, do you?” He lowered himself to the bed and crawled up it so that he was looming over her on all fours. “You sure about that? I play to win.”

She drifted her hand over those gorgeous abs and wrapped her fingers around him, taking up the stroking motion. “I’m sure,” she said, giving a squeeze.

“Jesus,” he hissed. He dropped his head and kissed her hard, devouring her mouth with his. Then he lifted his head and said, “Remind me never to challenge a woman who has her hand wrapped around my dick.”

“Good life lesson,” she teased, and stroked up and around the tip.

“So, you’re on the pill. What about the other? I’m clean, but if you want me to wear a rubber—”

“I’m clean, too. And no, I don’t want you to wear one. I want to feel every inch of you.” As if to demonstrate her point, she stroked the length of him again. Her other hand slid over his back to his butt.

“Well, then,” he whispered, and lowered himself to the cradle her legs created. He kissed her again, tenderly this time. He started at her mouth, then moved to her jaw and then her neck. His mouth next to her ear, he whispered, “Put me inside you.”

She guided him to her, gently easing him into her opening. She ran her hand up his side and wrapped it around his neck as he drove into her.

A soft gasp escaped her and she tensed for just a second, getting used to him. He felt so right inside her, stretching her. Everything about being with Sawyer felt right to her.

“Okay?” he whispered as he kissed down her neck.

She moved her hips, eliciting a gasp from him, and answered, “Yes. Very okay.”

He slowly started to move. He raised himself up on his hands and looked down at her body. “God, you’re perfect.”

She’d put on ten pounds this winter, thanks to the SAD-induced carb cravings and lack of desire to exercise. Happily, a small portion of that ten went to her boobs, making her a bit fuller on top than she’d been before.
 

Pretty much the only benefit to the disorder.

They were just as sensitive as always, though, which she quickly found out as Sawyer paid them an extreme amount of attention with his hands. And mouth. And tongue. And his hands again.

Her breathing, not quite back to normal from her standing-buck-naked-in-front-of-a-glass-wall orgasm, ratcheted up again, causing a true heaving bosom.

Which only garnered it more attention as he sucked on one breast and then the other, pushing them together and gently biting on her nipples.

She squirmed beneath him, her tension building. Moving her hands from around his neck, down to his butt, she grabbed on, trying to pull him deeper, urging him to go faster.

“You need it now?” he said, his voice rough and lower than normal. Looking into her eyes, his mouth poised above her breast, he added, “Harder?”

She nodded.

“Faster?”

She nodded again.

“Say it.”

She placed her feet on the mattress with legs spread wide and canted her hips. Digging her fingernails—the hot pink fingernails he apparently liked—into his ass, she said, “Fuck me, Sawyer. Hard and fast.” She clenched her muscles around his cock.

“Sweet Jesus, you feel so good,” he said on a moan as he arched up and started moving faster. Deeper strokes and then a couple of short, hard pumps. Just enough to keep her off balance and unable to meet him halfway.

She thrashed her head from side to side, frustrated.

“Can’t get there?” he asked in a teasing voice as he once again slowed down his pace after three hard pumps.

“Sawyer…God, just…”

“Get yourself off. Do it, Deni. Let me see you.”

She moved her hand and found her clit. Still so achy from Sawyer’s mouth, it only took a few circles with her finger to make her explode.

“Yes, that’s it. Christ, you’re squeezing me like a vise.”

His words in her ear kept the convulsions going as her body shattered. Just when she started to come down, he rose to his knees and held her hips in his hands. He splayed his thighs, draping one of hers over each of his and put his hands under her ass, holding her in place as he began to wildly drive into her.

She didn’t come down. No, she spiraled even higher.

“That’s it,” he urged. “Come again, Deni. Come while I spill inside you.”

His words, in that gruff voice, made the spiral shatter again and she gripped the sheets beneath her, Sawyer’s body out of reach.

“Ride it out, baby,” he said, pumping even deeper than she thought possible. “God, yes. Fuck.” He groaned on the last thrust, and she felt the heat of him inside her, his moisture joining hers.

After one last piston of his hips, he collapsed on her, catching himself at the last minute with his hands, which he buried in her hair.

“Holy wah,” he whispered in her ear.

She smiled, though he couldn’t see her. Sliding her legs back down to the mattress and twining her legs with his, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his neck.

Eventually he moved off her—and out of her—and lay beside her.

“That was amazing,” he said, his hand moving up and down her body.

“You got that right,” she answered, not even having the strength to turn on her side to cuddle into him.

“You know what I would love to do right now?” he asked.

Visions of kinky sex games floated through her mind. Some appealing, some not so much. “What?” she hesitantly answered.

He chuckled. “What are you imagining?”

“That’s just it. I can’t imagine.”

“Well, relax. I was just thinking how much I’d love to take a nap, to hold you in my arms while I slept the afternoon away.”

“Oh, well, that sounds lovely.”

“You sound disappointed. Did you want to go snowshoeing or something? A trek through the woods?”

Both of those options would have sounded great six months ago, but they felt too daunting to her now. “No, thanks. The nap sounds lovely, really. I’m just surprised by the way you said it. Like it seemed so ‘something new’ to you. Don’t most men fall asleep after sex anyway? Especially sex that…”

“Fucking good?”

“Strenuous.”

He placed a kiss on her nipple and then moved up to kiss her neck and then cheek. He gently put a hand on her face, turning her head to look at him. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her.

“I have trouble sleeping sometimes.”

She’d only known him for ten days, but at times like this she felt she’d known him forever. He was prevaricating for sure. “Sawyer…” she said in her best scold.