There was a certain amount of relief that Sawyer felt in relinquishing control over to Lily, not needing to think too much on what she'd enjoy, or how he was making her feel. But increasingly, he felt heat coiling in his stomach, muscles tensing and shuddering against the restraint that he barely managed to show, muffled groans behind his lips and hands wrapping around her breasts, massaging her nipples with a swipe of his thumbs, then another.

Eventually, he couldn't help himself.

Sitting up to wrap an arm around her waist, Sawyer flipped the both of them over, knees catching in the bedspread and hips rocking against hers, grinding fast. "Lil," he repeated, voice straining as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against her throat, her jaw, and crushed his lips to hers with a slight cry.