Chapter 8
When they'd reached the tent, instead of putting her down Sawyer simply shifted her position. It should have been awkward and difficult to move her from being cradled in his arms to this, but for Sawyer it wasn't hard at all. Kate was slightly startled to find herself now facing Sawyer with her arms around his neck, and her legs wrapped tightly around his middle. She even had to look down a little to look into his eyes, but the connection was never broken.
With his right hand holding her bottom (Kate realised this with a blush, and Sawyer with a grin), he let go with his left and lifted the tent flap, bent slightly and took a few steps forward before standing staight once more. As the clothe of the doorway fell into place the two just stood there, holding each other, sharing an unbreakable gaze. Kate reached up with one hand and gently ran her thumb over his cheekbone, and then cupped the side of his face. Her eyes flickered down to his lips, and he could see the longing there. So Sawyer leaned in and kissed her softly, then pulled back to look at her again. The feel of his lips made her shiver and her skin tingle. Sawyer could feel the shiver move through her body and smiled just enough to show his beautiful dimples. This made Kate smile too.
Sawyer shifted his weight, and soon he was sitting on his makeshift bed made of seat cushions from the plane and covered by a few blankets, with Kate straddling his lap. It was his turn to shiver. Kate moved forward and pressed her lips to his. After a few seconds, Sawyer opened his mouth just a slit, but Kate felt the opening and took advantage of the situation, catching him off guard with the intensity. Her soft tongue searched first the front of his mouth, then moved back to meet his. When they met, her eagerness overwhelmed her, and then him.
Kate moved her hands, slowly, over his arms feeling each rippling muscle tense as she came to it. Then they glided over his chest and stomach. Kate wasn't sure why, but she'd always had a fascination with men's abs, and she was deffinately pleased with what she found. Finally her hands found their way under his arms to his back, but here they stopped, only to pull him closer to her.
Sawyer's flesh prickled with sensation when Kate touched him, and when she pulled her body close to his, he nearly gasped in ecstasy. He felt each breath, each heartbeat. He felt her stomach and chest press to his through the clothing. Then he realised that he'd actually forgotten. That clothes were the only thing keeping them apart now. And with that sudden insite, he moved.
At first slowly, then with a quickening pace, up her back and then to her sides taking in each curve and flexure of her body. His hands reached the bottom of her shirt and slowed. Carefully, his fingers maneuvered underneath it. When he touched her skin he couldn't fathom how he'd ever felt satisfied with any other woman, and then realised he never had. His hands crawled across her skin, up towards her arms, lifting the shirt with them. As he came closer to her arms she moved away from him. As the kiss broke his breath caught in worry, but then he saw that she was lifting her arms above her head to help with his progress. She looked at him seductively and her lips twiched with a smile. He pulled the shirt over her head, watching each part of her body as it became exposed. But before he had it comlpetely off her arms (which were still stranded above her head) he stopped.
Kate looked at Sawyer in question, then he closed the distance between them once again. Only this time his lips came to the skin just above her collar bone. Kates eyes closed and she breathed deeper, trying not to make any sound. As Sawyer moved over her skin, her arms moved again, pulling the shirt off. He let her. Sawyer pulled his hands down to her sides, and ran over the skin, coming to a rest on her hips. Her arms came down and found the bottom of his shirt. She tugged it up over his smooth, tan skin. He lifted his arms and she pulled the shirt off quickly. Looking over his chest and stomach, her eyes widened slightly and she had to swallow. She'd seen him with out a shirt on before (heck, she'd seen him without anything on before the morning before their first kiss) but never while in anything like a position like this. Her breathing increased and her desire held her captivated.
Sawyer smiled at her, pleased that he could have such an affect as this. He came forward and tenderly kissed the delicate skin between her breasts. At this, she could hold on no longer and a small moan escaped her throat, which only served to drive Sawyer on. He kissed the same spot again, this time caressing the skin with his tongue afterwards. He brought his hands to her back and removed the clasp of her bra, and pulled it over her arms where she grabbed it and tossed it to the floor. As he moved forward to continue, Kate let her head fall back and her hands come to the back of his head, running her fingers through his golden hair.
Then her hands came to the sides of his face and pulled him back, tilting his head so she could kiss him roughly. She pulled the inside of his bottom lip between her teeth and bit down just hard enough to draw a reaction from Sawyer, and apparently hard enough to draw a tiny amount of blood. The metalic taste seemed only to make him more enpassioned and he kissed her harder. In one smooth rapid movement he had them standing again, both of them on their own feet this time. Kate couldn't quite understand why, but knew she'd find out soon enough. Sawyer broke the amazing kiss and looked at her with an erotic glint in his eyes that she'd never seen before. It frightened and excited her. He put his hands to the sides of her face just under her ears and cupped the back of her jaw. Then pulled her to him with a fascination and craving that made her mind reel.
After a bit, Sawyer lowered his hands to her sides, then her hips, then the top of her pants.
