Page 169 of Love Me Reckless

I lean closer for another kiss. “I’m going to hold you to that.” I peel off my t-shirt and drop it next to my flip flops, then slide my hand into hers.

“Sawyer, what’s that?” Kirilee leans sideways, her eyes locked on the fresh ink on my left rib. It’s been nearly impossible to hide it from her these past few days with the bandage. I had to get creative.

In the fading light, the design is still raised and sensitive but I know in time it’ll heal. It’s a part of me now. Just like Kirilee. When I’m missing her, this reminds me of everything we’ve shared.

Kirilee’s mouth hangs open in surprise. “Is that… does that…?” Her gorgeous eyes lock with mine. “That’s a K.”

“Any idea what it could stand for?”

She traces over the cursive heart with her thumb, like she needs to make sure it’s real. “Does it hurt?”

“In the best way.”

Her eyes find mine again. “You love me that much?”

A gust of evening breeze skims the water, stirring the cool mineral scent of the lake and tugging at the loose strands framing her face. She’s so beautiful standing here in this golden light with her green eyes lit by her inner fire and her face so open and trusting.

I lock eyes with her as I cradle her waist. “I’m yours, Kirilee.”

“I’m yours, too.” She kisses me, her lips so tender.

When I lean back, she smiles, then slips her hand into mine. Her skin is smooth against where I'm rough, delicate where I’m strong. To an outsider, we probably look like opposites. I laugh at the thought. Because our hearts know the truth.

“Ready?” she asks.

I swing our hands back, we leap off the ledge.

It’s dark by the time we walk back to my truck, guided by the rising moon, our wet feet squelching in our sandals. The drive back to the house passes quickly, Kirilee’s thigh warming mine and our fingers entwined on my knee.

Because of a raft trip this weekend, our roommates are elsewhere tonight, so I lead Kirilee up to my room and drop to my bed, leaving her standing in the middle of the floor.

“You’re serious?” she asks when it dawns on her what I want.

I arch an eyebrow. “Relationships are built on promises, princess.”

Her astonished expression is priceless. “What do I get in return?”

“You get to come on my cock.”

She busts up laughing. “Well, when you put it that way.”

I love the heat in her eyes when I push her buttons.

She slowly pulls up her shirt and drops it to the floor, then caresses down her body, slowly, between her breasts and over her belly. With her eyes locked on me, she slips the button of her shorts free, then slides the zipper.

I lean back on my elbows and I drink in the way her nipples tense and her lips part as she slides the shorts past her hips and lets them drop to the floor.

“Okay so far?” she asks.

“Quit stalling,” I tease.

She laughs, her cheeks flushing pink. “I thought that was the point?”

With one tug, the tie at her neck comes loose and the bikini top slips over her breasts. She reaches back for the other tie and the fabric drops to the floor.

I groan in appreciation.

She flicks her tongue across her lips, then with a grin, peels the bikini bottoms down.

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