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“That’s the idea.” With a groan, I start to thrust, slow and firm.

We move together, all crashing lips and panting breaths, the sheets and pillows strewn all around us.

I try to memorize the intensity of her gaze and the heat of her body, the way my heart is weaving with hers. Like a tree growing new roots. Or a tapestry woven thread by thread. How could something this good be happening to me?

From the moment I saw her, I’ve wanted this, but now that we’re here, it’s nothing like I could have imagined. It’s tense and beautiful, raw and powerful. I stop questioning how it could be, how it could last, and let the moment sink in, down through the layers, to where I hold all my precious things. Hope and joy. Faith and belonging. Love.

This sense of shared togetherness rises through me like a shooting star arcing across the dark sky. It feels lasting, and honest, true. Yet how can that be when what we have cannot possibly last?

She’s too good, too pure of heart, that light of hers too bright.

Kirilee comes, slipping her hand free to wrap both arms around me, her body pulsing tight and hard around my cock. I add her song to the many things I already love about her and drink it down, down, savoring the sweet echo in the room.

With a groan, I pull away and gently roll her to her knees. “One more.”

Still panting, she lowers her forehead to the bed. “No, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Oh god,” she says as a quiver rattles down her thighs.

Fuck me, this view, with her hair tumbled all around her in wild curls and her sides heaving, the tiny knobs of her spine coated with a sheen of moisture.

With my hand on my root, I arch slowly inside her, then I caress up her back, folding over to kiss the tip of her little bird’s wing. I think of that night, the determination like a force inside her. Was that the moment I fell for her? Or was it during one of our many rounds of hot tub wish lists? I think back to that moment outside her dressing room in Darby.

I’m enough, right?

Did her fiancé make her feel otherwise with that stunt he pulled? Or has it been a lifetime of little nips and jabs thanks to the high-society expectations she’s been bred to meet?

Her body tightens as I bury myself inside her. In the low light of the room, the glint of that fucking diamond stirs emotions I can’t hold inside any longer.

I cradle the flare of her hips and give her everything. My fears and desires, my hope and longing, my heart. It’s not nearly enough, but at least when it ends, I’ll know I held nothing back.

Kirilee’s thighs start to tremble, and she’s breathing in little whimpers.

“Come on, sweetheart, give it to me.”

I deliver slow, sensual thrusts, rocking my hips to hers, my desire spinning out of control.

Kirilee’s fingers tighten in the sheets. She’s so consumed by her need right now, so perfectly vulnerable to me, so trusting. It’s everything.

Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth opens as she comes undone. “Sawyer!”

I close my eyes and surrender to the thirst turning me inside out. My breaths turn ragged and my skin gets hot. I groan as the sensations erupt, rocking through me.

Huffing hard, I fold over her, my face buried in the nape of her neck. I use one arm to support us and the other around her middle to hold her tight.

Because no way am I letting her go. Not now, not ever.

I don’t know how I’m going to make it happen. I’ll fight if I have to.

I’m keeping her.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

KIRILEE

Sawyer wakesme at five in the morning with the most tender kisses. Opening my eyes to see him propped up on his elbow, gazing at me like I’m a gift he can’t wait to open sends a rush of goosebumps over my skin.

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