He grew more gentle as she came down from her high, fingers splayed over her thigh so he could gauge where she was, how hard he needed to press, or whether he needed to back down. Once the shiver passed from her breath, Sawyer laughed, pressing a gentle kiss against her inner thigh before he shifted up on the bed, ignoring the uncomfortable pulse of his blood as he came to a rest by her side, trying for levity as he leaned against his elbow. His hand gently raked up her side, a light brush of fingers until they traced under her chin while he leaned in for another kiss, slow and gentle.

"Not too bad?" he asked, grinning as he pulled out of the kiss, head coming to a rest on one of his substantial pillows. Trying best to calm his body down, or to slow the speed of his thoughts, he carefully kept his eyes above her shoulders. Sometimes, one simply had to let a girl enjoy the afterglow— and the last thing that Sawyer cared to assume was that she'd return the favor.

That said, hiding his interest wasn't nearly as simple with his clothes off.