Soulmate (Rascals Book 4) by Katie McCoy

Author:Katie McCoy [McCoy, Katie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katie McCoy Books
Published: 2018-10-14T18:30:00+00:00

He wasn’t hungry for food. The minute we were outside, Sawyer pulled me into an alley and pinned me up against the wall, kissing me passionately. It felt like it had been ages since we touched, and I melted into him, completely lost in the feel of him. I wanted him so badly I could barely see straight.

“Let’s go back to my place,” I managed to rasp out between kisses.

“Sure,” Sawyer said, but I could tell he wasn’t really paying attention.

Instead his hands had wandered to the buttons of my blouse and were beginning to undo them, following his hands with his mouth. It wasn’t until he pressed his lips to my modest cleavage that I realized if I didn’t stop him now we’d probably end up having sex up against this wall in the alley. It took me another few seconds to realize that we shouldn’t do that.

But his hands and his mouth and his body felt so good against mine.

Somehow, I mustered the strength to pull away. We were both breathing heavily.

“My place,” I ordered.

He reluctantly dug his keys out of his pocket and then practically dragged me to his truck. How we made it back my place in one piece, I would never know, as Sawyer kept his hand on my thigh the entire ride, moving it up an inch with each stop sign, squeezing my leg as he went. If I had been wearing a skirt, his fingers would have been tracing the lace of my thong by the time we reached my place.

This time, I was the one dragging him inside, my hands shaking as I fumbled with my keys. This was happening. It was finally, actually happening. After my third attempt to unsuccessfully unlock my apartment, Sawyer took the keys from my hands and unlocked it himself.

Then he reached for me.

We stumbled into my apartment, the door slamming behind us as we shed our clothes rapidly. I pulled his shirt over his head as he dragged my jeans down to my ankles. I was wearing nothing but my thong, bra, and half-unbuttoned shirt when Sawyer pulled me down onto the bed. He was still wearing his jeans, but I finally had full access to his beautiful chest.

It was smooth and muscular and absolutely fucking perfect. It was like a sculpture of a Greek god and I wanted to put my mouth all over it. Wanted to eat him up.

Instead, I settled for dragging my tongue across his flat nipple, smiling when he let out a low, guttural groan. He tasted like sweat and salt. I explored his torso with my tongue and fingers, enjoying the way his stomach muscles tightened as I moved lower. When I snapped open the top button of his jeans, he let out a strangled sound, and before I knew what was happening, I was on my back, my shirt was flying across the room and Sawyer was unsnapping my bra.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he said as he discarded the remaining scraps of lace that were my bra and thong.

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