He slows.
My eyes flutter open, and I gaze up at him. I'm trembling from my climax and reach up to trace a finger across his lips.
I could get used to this, to lying beneath him and feeling him inside me.
"I want you to be mine in every way, baby," he adds.
His tenderness makes me want to melt. I breathe in our combined scent. "Do you want to be mine?"
"You pretty much already own me."
"Really?" I start to smile.
"Yeah."
"I like that."
"I figured you would."
"I want you to make love to me until we can't walk," I whisper.
"A good Marine always follows orders."
I'm smiling, when his lips claim mine. Within seconds, it's like I didn't already come. I'm burning for him with too much desire to control.
No longer caring about self-control, I drop the last of the guards around my heart and tackle him with every ounce of passion I contain.
***
I've never felt so euphoric and happy as I do the next morning. Taking a quick shower, I pull on my bathrobe and glance at my glowing, grinning reflection. It's the first time since Mikael's death where I've felt … happy. Truly happy.
Incredible isn't enough of a word to describe last night. Sawyer was more than I expected of any man.
I want you to be mine in every way, baby.
The words, and how he looked at me when he said them, hit me hard enough that I start to tremble in the middle of the bathroom. I balance myself against the wall. My inner thighs are sore, but I'm already growing wet for him once more. The fire that's been smoldering between us since we met enveloped both of us last night. There were no survivors in our passion, no barriers or walls that could withstand everything we did last night.
"Breathe, Katya." I recover and comb my hair before braiding it.
Tossing it over my shoulder, I exit the bathroom. To my surprise, he's not in bed but nearing the door.
Fully dressed, with boots, as if he's leaving. The small voice that's been warning me about him being gone in two days is a little louder. I ignored it last night, too swept away in the physical sensations to want to think about not spending another night with him.
Sawyer reaches the door, and I debate whether or not I should say anything or just throw a shoe. I'm not sure why I feel the urge to flip the switch on my anger. Maybe because I'm a little embarrassed about plunging head first into a relationship without knowing if we can have one.