Page 62 of Waiting For Fate

“You have?” He looks over at me for so long, I’m sure he’s going to crash the truck.

“Yes,” I reply simply, hoping he’ll turn his attention back to the road. He does, but only long enough to pull over on the side of the road and throw the truck in park.

“Every game?” There’s a look on his face that I can’t quite place, but he sounds confused and…proud? I shrug and nod my head in confirmation. “But I thought…” He blows out a breath and runs his fingers through his hair. I lean back on the headrest and look over at him.

“I still wanted to know you too, Sawyer. It just hurt too much to admit it. That I wanted to be in someone’s life that I thought didn’t want me there.” I chew on my bottom lip nervously as his gaze finds mine.

“Get over here.” It’s a command more than a request and the deep tone of his voice sends a rush of excitement down my spine. He unbuckles his seatbelt and when I fail to move, he leans over and undoes mine as well. “Now please, Dove.”

Oh my god.

“You want me to—” He cuts me off before I can finish asking for clarification.

“Come over here and straddle me.” I swallow hard, trying to keep my composure—that I can feel slowly slipping away from me. I have to consciously tell myself to not ask any more questions and just do the simple thing he’s asking me to do.

I crawl over to his lap, resting my legs on either side of him as my dress inches further up my thighs. His hands grip my waist, and his eyes fall to my lap where my dress is now only an inch away from exposing the silk underwear I have on, his jaw ticking as he throws his head back on the seat.

“Do you have any idea what it does to me, knowing you wanted me the same way I wanted you all these years?” His hands fall to the slope of my ass, but his eyes never leave mine. The truck is fairly well lit between the lights from the radio and the moonlight filtering in from the windows, allowing me to see just enough of his swimmable blue eyes to know how much he’s hurting.

“I think I’ve got a fairly decent idea, actually.” I grin at him, running a hand through his wavy brown hair. I’ve always loved that Sawyer keeps his hair long. I’ve imagined what it would feel like to run my fingers through it more times than I can count, so being able to do it now—while sitting in his lap with his not-so-subtle erection pressing hard against his suit pants—feels like a dream I’d gladly never wake up from.

I run my fingers through his hair again, twirling one of the curls before sliding my hands down to hold his face. His perfectly scruffy, gorgeous face. I lean in closer and for the first time ever I kiss him. His grip on me tightens, making me squeeze my thighs together—or attempt to at least—drawing the sexiest moan from him.

Holy fuck, I have to move or I’m going to ruin his suit pants.

I try to pull away in an effort to move back to my seat, but he brings one of his hands to the back of my neck and holds me there.

“No,” he growls against my lips and I’m a freaking puddle in his hands.

I can’t help but relax against him, loving the way his hands feel on me. I’ll deal with the embarrassment of just how much I love this when I finally return to my seat. His hands are in my hair and mine are fisting his suit jacket as our lips move in a way that feels as though they’ve known each other forever. When he presses his hips forward, pressing his dick against where I’m completely soaked for him, a breathless moan slips past my lips.

He moves his hands to my hips and a little yellow warning flag waves around in my mind.

Shut up, it’s fine.

He grips my thighs and for the first time ever I notice just how large his hands are.

God, I bet he could just toss me around like a doll if he wanted to.

His fingertips dance along the hem of my dress, not crossing that line quite yet. His thumb sneaks beneath the fabric and the internal battle I’m having over wanting him to touch me and wanting to ask him to go slow is about to kill me.

“Sawyer,” I whisper against his lips.

“Yes, Dove?” With his eyes still closed he brushes the tip of his nose over mine.

“Can we… Can we take things slow?” I can feel my heart in my throat as soon as the words leave my mouth. I don’t want this to stop, but I don’t want to let things keep going without making it clear what I want.

“I’ve waited for over ten years to be with you, Leah. I’d wait a hundred more to do anything more than this if that’s what you wanted. As long as you’re mine.” I can’t help but giggle at the thought of us being a hundred and thirty before anything more than a hot make out session would happen.

“I don’t need a hundred years. I just want to know that this is real. I don’t want things to happen so fast and then it be over just as quickly.” His eyes meet mine and I realize that my biggest fear just slipped out into the open.

“If it’s up to me, Leah. This will never be over. You’ll have to demand it before I ever let you go or walk away from you again. And even then, I won’t go without a fight.”

“Is this really happening? It feels too good to be true—like I’m dreaming,” I whisper into the darkness, running my fingertips over his defined jawline. He leans up and kisses me again, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

“If it’s just a dream, then I pity the fool that tries to wake us from it.” He winks at me and I smile back at him.

He looks behind me at the dash and sighs. “I guess I better get you home, huh?”

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