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it. Maybe my touching him wouldn't have done a thing for either of us.
" She looked back up at Sawyer and whispered.
"Let me touch you.
Just a little. " She relaxed her grip on his sweatshirt and flattened
her hands on his shoulders. Slowly she drew them toward his neck, back
to the top of his arms, almost timidly down over the musculature of his
upper chest. And everywhere her hands went, her eyes followed.
She let out a single, clipped sound, halfway between a sigh and a
gasp.
"Like this," she whispered.
"Just like this. So nice."
Sawyer didn't know whether he was more pleased with the look of awe on
her face or the feel of her hands on his chest.
"Wait." His voice was sounding hoarse.
"I'll make it even better." Before either of them could begin to
wonder whether they were going too far, he whipped the sweatshirt over
his head.
Faith sat back on her heels, looking at what he'd bared.
"Sawyer, you're so big!"
"Is that good or bad?"
"Good! Good! I hadn't realized..." Her voice trailed off when she
brought her hands up and touched him. His skin was warm, even hot, but
she was truly stunned by how much of him there was. She'd known he was
well-toned, but she hadn't known he was so broad in the shoulders.
Moving in a slow, dreamy way, her hands took forever to cover him.
Part of that was because the hair on his chest slowed her down. It
created a friction that she found surprisingly exciting. Where the
hair thinned and tapered into a narrow line, she purposely kept her
hand slow to fully appreciate the firmness of his skin.
Sawyer had never been so erotically charted. He leveled his shoulders,
took in a deep gulp of air that expanded his chest even more. With
that oxygen feeding his brain, he grabbed Faith under the arms and drew
her forward. His mouth met hers in a kiss that, for the first time,
held raw hunger.
It should have frightened Faith off, or at least alerted her to the
fact of his arousal. But she w