Page 89 of Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek)

She pinches her lips together as her cheeks flush. “That I’m not experienced enough for someone like you.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I spent my first week home doing nothing but sleeping, pacing around my house, and thinkin’ about the guy I met in the hospital. I couldn’t do much else because it hurt my head to look at the TV screen, and I couldn’t read without my vision going blurry, so you were on a constant loop in my mind. Then, this past week, I spent it texting you as much as I could and drivin’ myself crazy overthinking everything about you.”

Grabbing a loose strand of hair around her face, I wrap it behind her ear and then slowly slide my finger down her neck. I smirk when she shivers against my touch.

“You never have to worry about not being enough for me. I’ve always wanted you exactly as you are—moody and straightforward—and in case you haven’t noticed, there isn’t anything that’d change that.”

“Do you really wanna date me? Not in like three weeks but where we’re together right now?”

Grinning, I nod. “Yes. Even knowing the risks and consequences, I’m all in when it comes to you. And if you accept the same terms, knowing you could one day figure out why you didn’t like me, then we should make it official.”

She tries concealing her overjoyed smile by biting her bottom lip.

I pluck it with my thumb and then tilt her chin until our gazes meet. “Whaddya say, Little Devil?”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” I arch a brow, needing more.

“Takin’ risks is something I know isn’t outta the norm for me, and although this might be a different type of risk than I’m used to—especially when it’s only been a couple weeks of what I remember—I’m willing to try it anyway.”

Brushing my mouth against hers, I slowly kiss her, letting her take the reins and leading us to what she’s comfortable doing.

She moans and seeks out my tongue, sending full-body shivers down to my toes. When I weave my fingers through her hair and deepen our kiss, she climbs into my lap and settles on top of me. I move us further into the couch until we’re comfortably grinding against each other.

“You’re not makin’ it easy to hold out for our first date,” I tease against her neck, sucking lightly beneath her ear.

“We’re already engaged,” she playfully reminds me.

“Mm…good point. We should already be in wedding plannin’ mode.”

Her neck falls back, giving me more access to her soft skin. “Hmm…what colors do you like? I’m thinkin’ teal and a pretty burnt orange for a fall theme.”

“Fuck, you’re too good at this…” I cup her breast as my mouth makes its way back up to hers. “I’m gonna forget we’re pretending.”

She widens her legs and then relaxes her hip, dropping deeper in my lap.

“You’re killin’ me here…we have to be at my parents’ house in five minutes.”

She continues rotating her hips and my cock feels every painful movement.

“I guess we’ll have to continue this later.”

When she shifts off me and stands, I immediately take off my cowboy hat and cover up my noticeable erection.

“What’re you doing?” She looks down at my lap.

“You know the rules…” I wink.

She bends down, stopping right in front of my lips. “Yeah, but I’d much rather ride the cowboy.”

“Landen Michael!” Noah shouts, the front door slamming behind her. She marches into the kitchen with Poppy on her hip and Fisher behind, who looks like he’s dreading this conversation. She shoots me a murderous glare and then points between me and Ellie. “You two areengaged?”

Everyone’s head snaps toward us. Gramma Grace stands next to us with a grin.

I smirk at Ellie, who looks horrified, then wrap my arm around her and pull her closer. “Look, that only took a few hours to spread to my family. Might be a new record.”

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