Silver Heart by Victoria Green Page B

his tongue.
    “Your body is delicious,” he murmured into my ear as he looped a finger under the thin strap of my dress, slowly pulling it down. His tongue glided along the outer edge of my strapless bra, dipping under the fabric to tease my nipple.
    “ Oh, God …” I whimpered, digging my nails into his back. We may have been in the shallow end of the pool, but I felt like I was drowning.
    His green eyes filled with a smoky haze as he looked up at me with a wicked grin, clearly pleased with the knowledge that he was tormenting me by utilizing the most torturous tactic in any playbook: delay of gratification.
    “Sawyer!” I shut my eyes and wrapped my legs around his waist, releasing an unexpected gasp of pleasure as he pushed himself against me. My thighs parted further from the pressure of his hips, and I could feel every long, hard inch of him through the fabric of his jeans. His arousal only spurred on my own, waking an earth-shattering ache within me that made my legs tremble and my head spin. “ Sawyer …”
    “I’ve missed hearing you say my name.” As my dress hiked up, exposing the barely-there material of my black thong, Sawyer’s hand slid up my thigh to the inside of my hip. “Though I don’t ever remember you moaning it.”
    His fingers skated along the edge of my lacy underwear, setting me on fire and building up my need for release. In turn, I did exactly what he wanted—moaned his name over and over and over again—especially as he slid to my front to rub over the bundle of throbbing nerves between my legs. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched me like this.
    Oh, yeah—never.
    The water around us masked my wetness, though my short, ragged pants betrayed my excitement. Especially when Sawyer began to grind his hips against mine. His gruff groans accompanied my moans as he continued his perusal of my neck and chest with his lips, simultaneously stroking the tenderness between my legs with his fingers.
    The speed and pressure of his hand, combined with the friction of the wet lace rubbing against me was all too much. My insides were coiled into a tight ball, desperately yearning to explode. And he hadn’t even ventured past the barrier of the fabric of my panties.
    “ Sawyer …” Arching my back, my hips instinctively thrust deeper into him. “ Please .” I needed more of him.
    His jaw clenched and a deep growl rumbled within his chest in response. “Goddamit, Silver. Ask me to stop.”
    What? Stop?! No!
    “Tell me to stop!” he demanded, but his grip tightened and his kisses only grew more possessive.
    “What?” Judging by the hardness straining against his jeans and digging into me, he clearly didn’t want to stop. And I definitely didn’t want him to stop. “Why?”
    “You,” he growled against my mouth. “This. Us. Shit …” His lips were flush against mine as he spoke. “I’m getting dangerously close to the point of no return, Silver,” he warned, yet continued to intensify the pressure of his fingers.
    “What the fuck am I saying? I passed the point of no return a long time ago. I’m giving you a chance to back out while you still can.” His deep voice resonated through my entire body, sending tiny vibrations down to my very core.
    I pressed my lips against his and shook my head, wanting to tell him there was no way in hell I was going to regret anything that happened tonight. But then my stupid brain decided to kick in.
    I wasn’t used to this. Any of this—from shutting off my thoughts to the hot, wet make-out session in a pool to…well, Sawyer .
    Oh, God…what the fuck was I doing? What were we doing?!
    “Stop,” I gasped. The word sliced through me like a jagged knife. The raw, aching truth was that we had both been possessed by the past. This couldn’t actually lead anywhere .
    Could it?
    Slowly, painfully, Sawyer cursed under his breath and severed his lips from mine so that our eyes could meet. It was like watching a starving man back