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She slid her hands over my pectorals, still meeting each fevered kiss with one of her own. Kissing Sage was intoxicating, I could feel her becoming a willing addiction with the way my entire being responded to her. I had her, and yet I craved more and doubted I’d ever get enough of her signature taste.

With one hand, I unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts from entrapment. I took one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on the pink peak until it hardened into a tight nub before I moved onto the other.

Sage seemed to really respond to the attention I lavished on her breasts, and I couldn’t help but grin, dropping a hand down. I rolled my thumb over the seam of her jeans at the junction of her thighs, feeling her tremble with desire.

As I massaged her thighs, my fingers inched toward the button of her jeans. I pulled back enough to appraise her. I popped the button of her jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly as I looked into her eyes, watching for any sign of hesitation at all.

I found none. Sage’s eyes burned with the same desire coursing through me. She nodded, biting on her bottom lip, and lifted her hips so I could drag her jeans off. I tossed them on the kitchen floor, my eyes going to the lacy pair of panties she wore. I rubbed her over the lace, feeling her heat and wetness through the thin material.

She moaned, arching her head back like she couldn’t get enough of my touch. My mouth was watering for a taste. “Lie back,” I instructed, my voice deep and affected.

Sage did as I asked, lying back against the island and spreading her legs for me. I lowered my mouth, breathing in her delectable scent. I sampled her over the lace, her flavour exploding on my tongue, and she let out a whispered plea.

I grinned at her, moving her panties aside so I could properly taste her. Within moments, I had her wavering on the counter, my free hand pressing down on her stomach to hold her in place.

Tired of her panties getting in the way, I tugged them down her legs and tossed them somewhere behind me. I cupped under her knees and dragged her forward, supporting her weight with my hands, I lowered my mouth to her and feasted.

She tasted like destiny. I didn’t stop until I had her crying out my name, her juices dripping down my chin.

“Nix, I need you…” she panted, peering up at me with wide eyes, her cheeks and chest flushed. She looked like an entire meal, spread out for me to enjoy on her kitchen island. I’d been hoping for more restraint, maybe to take her to the bedroom and ease her into things, but I was acting on pure instinct and carnal drive.

My jeans were still on, so I reached into my back pocket for my wallet and pulled a condom out. Once I had the foil packet in hand, I discarded my jeans and boxers. Sage bit her lip, her eyes zeroing in on my erection. The woman made me absolutely mad with desire. It felt like I was harder than I’d ever been before.

She watched as I sheathed myself in latex and stepped toward her, my eyes raking over her body with appreciation.

I leaned over her, claiming her lips in a brief but heated kiss that spoke of promises and intent.

“The things I’m going to do to you, my flower,” I murmured, my eyes on hers as I stroked my tip against her entrance. Sage’s legs parted wider, inviting me in.

I took her in one quick, deep thrust, pushing in as far as she’d take me. Sage let out a whimper, and I stilled—worried I was hurting her. Then her thighs parted even more, and she rolled her hips, pulling me in deeper. She felt like pure ecstasy, her tight, velvety channels clamping down on me. It took everything in me to not embarrass myself then and there.

I pulled out slowly before slamming home, making her scoot forward on the island. Putting my hands under her knees, I pulled her back against me, and she moaned, her pleasure coating me more and more with each deep thrust. Watching her breasts move with each slam had my spine tingling, her whimpered cries spurring me on until I couldn’t hold back anymore.

Chapter Nineteen

Sage

My phone rang early the next morning, waking me up from the most comfortable sleep of my life. Nellie’s name and picture flashed on the screen, along with the time of eight o’clock. I answered it before the shrill rings could wake Nix up too.

Slipping out of my bed and tiptoeing down the hallway in the oversized T-shirt and panties I’d put on before passing out, I spoke as quietly as I could so as not to disturb my sleeping guest. “Hello?”

“Tell me all about it! How did it go?” Nellie’s excited voice demanded. I knew she was just checking in to make sure it hadn’t been a disaster. I was supposed to text her after to let her know how it went, but obviously, the date hadn’t exactly ended.

“It went well. Really well…he’s still here.”

“No way.” Nellie sounded shocked. “I’m impressed. I was hoping you’d bring him back for some fun. It’s been a long time since you had any, and you’re due for a little…attention.”

“Gee, thanks for that,” I deadpanned. “But yes, it was a lot of fun.” I couldn’t help the smile that graced my lips as I looked back over my shoulder down the hall. I could hear soft snores coming from my bedroom. “He’s…amazing, and not just in bed—although he’s incredible there too.”

I’d never had a more attentive lover, and it took being with Nix to make me realize that. He made every touch—even the brush of his fingers against my thigh—a sensual experience.

Nellie’s squeal of excitement almost broke my eardrums, and I had to pull the phone away from my ear. “This is the best news. Seriously.”

“Why?” I asked, grabbing the coffee pot to put on some coffee.

“It just is. I can’t wait to meet him when I come visit.”

“You’re getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” I chuckled, filling the pot with water.

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