Page 161 of Love Me Reckless

I stroke him while I kiss lower, guided by the bright and furious love growing so fast inside my heart it’s going to burst.

“Everything,” I say, gazing up at him.

The fear in his eyes fades, replaced by a tender fire. “Baby,” he groans, and rolls up to cradle my face and kiss me. Our lips embrace in a clash of heat and swirling tongues. I groan into his mouth, and he tries to urge me closer, but I gently push him back. I asked for everything, and I’m not turning back now.

When I draw him into my mouth, Sawyer gives a soft sigh, like a surrender.

He’s so smooth and thick. Perfect. The salty-sweet of his arousal sharp on my tongue.

Sawyer rises on his elbow and combs back my hair. “Your mouth. Fuck.” His breathing quickens.

I close my eyes savor the way he’s trusting me with so much. I hold onto it, cradle it inside me. I won’t let him carry this shame any longer. I won’t let him think there’s any part of him I don’t love.

“I’m going to come in this pretty mouth of yours,” he grits out. “You want that, princess?”

I hum my reply. “You know I do.”

He gathers my hair, gently urging me on. I give into all the ways that I love him, letting my heart lead. Sawyer gives a soft whimper. It’s so pure and free, like his fear is slipping away.

With a shudder, he comes, the taste of him earthy-sweet. Panting, he urges me up and wraps his arms around me, his heart hammering against my breast. He pulls the covers over us and strokes my back.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispers. “If this is a dream, don’t wake me up.”

We fall asleep tangled up in each other.

He wakes me some time in the night with his kisses and gentle caresses, stirring my hunger before I’m even fully aware of it. We make love again in the darkness, his kisses everywhere and his body so strong and beautiful.

“That first night, I wanted to kiss you,” he says. “To make that wish come true.”

“That kiss in your truck was worth the wait,” I say, smiling up at him.

His face turns serious. “I want to make all of your wishes come true.”

Tiny pinpricks of pain and hope sharpen inside me. “You already have.”

He smiles as a tear glistens in his eye and drops to my cheek. “We’re going to need more wishes.”

“I like that idea.” I tug on the back of his neck, drawing him to me for a kiss. “I love you, Sawyer.”

His breath catches. “I love you so much.”

“Nothing comes between us again,” I say.

He kisses me, his lips plush and tender. “No holding back.”

“We give each other everything. Always.”

“Always, princess.”

When I wakein the morning, with sunlight cresting the snowy horizon, Sawyer is caressing my fingers draped across his chest.

“Your ring,” he says. “It’s gone.”

If I had given it to Sheldon when he first asked, would the events of last night have unfolded like they did?

“For good.”

Sawyer releases a slow, satisfied sigh. I tuck my cheek against his chest and hold him.

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