Sawyer broke away from Elizabeth. She had pulled him to her rather unexpectedly and he was a little thrown by it.
“Are you drunk?” He sounded a little breathless as he spoke.
“No.”
“Good.”
The way he said the word was somewhere between a purr and a growl; both alluring and eerily predatory. It was like he wanted to cherish her and devour her at the same time.
She wasn’t thinking of Laura anymore, or Matt, or any of the other countless distracting things that filled her thoughts nowadays.
He moved almost impossibly quickly as he pushed her down onto the couch and stripped her of her clothes. For a human, it would definitely have been impossible.
Elizabeth was startled by it, but it made her heart race and sent a rush of adrenaline through her. She never questioned why he was willin
