Page 117 of Love Me Reckless

He groans as I guide his hand with the toy.

“That’s it,” he says.

The towel comes undone and Sawyer slips it free, leaving me naked and trembling. My climax spirals so fast I can’t keep the room from spinning. I shut my eyes as the powerful motor vibrates me into another universe.

“You are enough, Kirilee,” Sawyer says in my ear.

I so badly want to come. I am more desperate than I’ve ever been.

“Say it,” Sawyer barks, his grip around my waist reassuring, grounding.

The hurt and pleasure and need all blur together into one thick knot. “I’m enough,” I manage.

“Yes. Again,” he says, circling my clit with the most intense focus, making every nerve ending dance.

I open my mouth and grip the edge of the sink. “I’m enough.”

The climax rips through me, my cries sharp in my ears and the hollow in my belly turning molten as pleasure floods in. My thighs rattle against Sawyer’s and I fold forward, taking him with me, gripping his arm tight.

Against my back, his erection presses into me through his towel.

Breathing fast, my desire like a drug in my veins, I tug his towel free.

Sawyer groans. “More, hmm?”

“Please,” I pant. “I want everything.”

He kisses between my shoulder blades, his wet lips sending an electric current down my spine. “Bare?”

Last night he noticed the little pill package in my bag, and he shared his history. I thought we’d reach this stage at some point in the future, but it’s clear that the future is now.

I lock eyes with him in the mirror to give him the answer.

“Fuck.” He reaches between us and glides into place.

I arch my hips as he slowly thrusts, his thickness right on the edgeof what I can take. But my craving for him—all of him—makes it exactly what I need.

“Yes,” I breathe.

He groans, sliding his hands up to cradle my waist. “This time, you’re going to ruinme.”

“That’s the idea.” Panting, I grip the sides of the sink with both hands as he thrusts. I glance at the mirror, and the image of us sends my desire into overdrive.

I come again, my body so tight around him, the pleasure rupturing from deep inside me. It starts slow and builds like a runaway train, rising in speed and force, leaving me feeling wrecked and stitched together all at once.

Sawyer comes with a low groan, pulsing hard and firm. A bright warmth washes through me, like I’m soaring.

Sawyer folds over me, breathing hard, his cheek resting on my spine. We stand there, my hands slippery on the sink and my legs like noodles, our bodies slick from sex and still locked together in the most intimate way.

Finally, Sawyer spins me around and plants the softest, most delicate kiss on my lips. Then he lifts me into his arms and carries me back to bed.

Under the covers, he scoops me close. I wrap my arm around his waist as he strokes my hair and caresses my back, my thoughts tipping to and fro like a little boat adrift.

I’ve never been that honest. Not with anyone. Maybe…not even with myself. To do so, and be held with such fierce tenderness… It’s confusing. And hopeful. And hard. Like something inside me is breaking, but in a good way.

“You remember what I said outside that dressing room?” he says, caressing my shoulder with the pad of his thumb.

You are one thousand percent enough. Was that the moment I fell for him? Emotions thicken inside my chest, and I wrap my arm tighter around him. “I’ll never forget it.”

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