Page 111 of Love Me Reckless

Her core tightens and she arches her body to get me closer.

I love how she’s trusting me like this. Submitting so beautifully to her desires. I make a silent pledge to never hold her back, never stop her from soaring.

I caress up to her breast and hold her there while I rock and glide, totally consumed by the plush feel of her against me and the rush of pleasure we’re sharing. I want to give her so much in this moment. My focus, my desire, my heart. Everything.

Kirilee comes hard in a series of sharp cries, tremors rattling through her body.

My hunger explodes.

I ride the waves of her release until she drops her head to the back of the chair, panting.

“Sawyer, oh my god.”

I take my time kissing my way up her body while she recovers, then wrap my arms around her middle and squeeze her tight. I want this moment imprinted on me like a brand so I never forget it.

She gives a soft laugh, sounding so carefree. I savor the way her back feels against my chest and the way she wraps her arms around mine, like she needs me closer.

“Come here, sweetheart,” I say, and gently lift her into my arms.

She sighs, gazing up at me with such tenderness that I lean down to kiss her softly.

I carry her down the hall, toward the bedroom. Kirilee glances over her shoulder toward our destination, giving me a moment to catch her face in profile. The slender nose and the freckles dusting her cheeks. Her inquisitive green eyes framed by delicate lashes.

I love looking at her like this, when she’s relaxed, herself. Not performing for anyone or living up to someone else’s ideal.

After shoving the door open with my foot, I open the thick comforter to lay her down then flick on the bedside table lamp.

I climb into bed and roll her to me, then pull the comforter over us. The touch of her skin on mine and the warmth between us is exactly what I need, and I stroke up and down her back, my calloused palms tracing each dip and rise.

Kirilee curls against me, her hands on my shoulders, and releases a slow sigh. I take my time caressing her, letting our bodies warm the space beneath the blanket. I comb through her silky hair. My fingers catch on the pins keeping it gathered, so I pull them free one by one, until her hair is falling in long waves across my chest.

On the easy chair in the corner is the duffel Zach brought for me, and on top of the dresser is Kirilee’s bag from the lodge, brought by her friends. The memory of Zach’s firm “Go” when we both read Sofie’s text in that stuffy room flashes in my mind. Did he see today’s events coming? Did her friends? I tell myself there will be time for those questions later, so put them out of my head—before they mess with me.

I caress her soft, round ass and tug her against me, sending a painful throb from my erection deep into my core. Her thighs tense, trapping me tighter against her body.

“Still impatient?” she asks, smiling into my chest.

“Not sure that’s ever going to change.”

She caresses down my body, her fingers brushing over my briefs.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask.

She glances up at me, her green eyes sparkling in the soft glow from the lamp. “I might be impatient too.”

I caress the side of her face and tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “Impatient for what, exactly? I need details.”

She laughs in that carefree way again, her shoulders hitching up. “For all the things you’re going to do to me, of course.”

I caress down her lower back, my middle fingers gliding past her backdoor to her pussy, making her thighs jolt. “All the things, huh?”

She slips her hand under the waistband of my briefs and strokesme. Her delicate fingers are so soft. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, and I instantly want more.

“Yeah.” Her tone comes out husky, sensual.

Well, hell. “Do you want to talk about it first?”

She levels me with the most wicked look. “No.”

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