There was only so much that a man could wax poetic about sex, but Sawyer was pretty sure, for once, of the reasons why everything about this moment was slow, sensuous, intimate. It came down to the very thing that he'd said to her on that short little five minute date, that he didn't really want to set a time limit to their interaction, didn't want to call it after five minutes, and that same take extended here. Of course they could be finished in no amount of time at all; Sawyer knew how to quickly encourage a woman to climax. As different as each woman was, there were some things that held common between them, the sheer result of anatomy.

But with her, that rush wasn't necessary. His lips continued to trail along her thigh, soft and careful, even as his thumb continued to circle around her clit, increasing in pressure whenever he felt that moan on her lips. His free hand splayed over her hip, that edge that he ran over, skin taut under his fingers, muscles shifting in time with his touch. And without warning, his tongue slid against her slick heat, the taste of her making his breath quicken as lips met again, the tip of his tongue placing where fingers had been only moments ago.