Page 39 of Broken Hearts

“I did, and then I finished up some drawings.” I nudge the sketchbook on the coffee table with my foot, watching as Sage’s gaze moves to it.

“Can I look?” she asks, turning back to me.

“Sure,” I reply with a nod.

Sage reaches for the book, slowly flicking through the pages as she takes in the designs. I can’t help but watch her, watch as she turns the pages, her fingers sometimes tracing the design. When she reaches the end, she blows out a breath before returning the book to the table.

“Nate, these are really good,” she says, her words barely a whisper.

“Thanks,” I say, smiling at her as I finish off my beer.

She does the same, her gaze still locked with mine. “I guess I should…” she starts, standing from her chair as though she’s about to leave.

But I don’t want her to go.

I want her to stay.

Reaching for her hand, I thread my fingers through hers, the two of us still watching each other. I hear her whispered gasp at my touch though, feel the way her fingers tighten in mine as I tug her toward me, pulling her down so she’s sitting in my lap.

She doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. The two of us are still staring at each other as I brush the hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear before resting my hand against her jaw. I watch as my thumb brushes against her bottom lip and then Sage leans in, closing the distance between us as she brushes her lips against mine.

A low groan rumbles in my chest as my hand circles around to the back of her neck, holding her against me as I now deepen the kiss. My tongue traces her bottom lip before sliding against hers.

My whole body feels electrified, heat sparking in my chest as Sage leans into me, her hand resting on my chest, right above my pounding heart.

Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. I want more, a lot more. I want fucking everything, and I don’t care that she’s not here to stay or that in a week or so, she’s going to leave, probably fucking up my life in the process. Because right now, all I want is this.

Her.

“Nate,” she breathes against my mouth, not stopping her kiss.

“Sage,” I whisper against hers, feeling her smile.

“What are we doing?” she now asks, still kissing me. It’s slow and deep and sexy as hell, and I know she can feel how hard it’s making me. She’s sitting right on my dick.

I slide my other hand up her thigh and under her dress as I murmur, “Pretty sure it’s called kissing.”

She laughs at that, still not stopping even as she asks, “Do you think we should?”

“Uh huh,” I say, my hand squeezing her thigh in an attempt to stop myself from going higher.

“But,” she moans, squirming in my lap in a way that only gets me harder. “You…you don’t even like me,” she says.

This time I do stop, pulling back a little as I open my eyes and meet hers. “Yeah, I do,” I breathe out.

Sage swallows hard, lifting her hand to my face, her thumb brushing across my cheekbone. “Really?”

Chuckling, I lean in, kissing her again. “You can’t tell,” I tease.

She smiles, squirming in my lap again as though to check. Or prove a point. I’m not sure. “I mean…” she starts, nipping at my bottom lip. “Yeah, but…”

I silence the rest of her sentence with another deep kiss, my grip on her neck tightening as my hand on her thigh slides a little bit higher. “I like you, Sage,” I whisper. “I like kissing you. I can’t get enough of it.”

She groans at that, not saying anything as she kisses me hard, her fingers sliding into my hair as she pulls me closer. I have no idea what this is right now or why the hell I just admitted what I did, but I’m not about to take it back. Not when it feels like Sage wants the exact same thing.

Just as I’m about to stand and carry her inside, Sage slides her hand down my chest before slipping it under my T-shirt and brushing her fingers over my bare skin.

“Fuck,” I groan, her touch sending a million little jolts of electricity all through me.

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