Page 173 of Love Me Reckless

“I would think of that night we floated on our backs in the lake.”

“You helped me be brave,” I say, smiling at him.

“I only helped you see what was already there.”

Emotion thickens in my throat. “That night in your truck… did you plan to kiss me?”

He caresses my face, his eyes locking with mine. “No, but someone had to make that wish come true.”

I laugh. “It could only have been you.”

He squeezes my sides in a teasing tickle, making me squirm. “Damn right.”

With a happy sigh, I reach my arms around him. “It’s been you from the start. Even when I didn’t know how to trust it.”

“We both had to learn to trust.” He kisses me, embracing my lower lip between his. Our tongues flick and swirl in a playful duet, heating my core.

“Did tonight restore your faith in weddings?”

I give him a look. “Who says I lost faith?”

“You were a no-show at your last one.”

I laugh. “That was about the person, not the promise.”

His eyes soften. “That’s good to hear.”

With a gentle sigh, he plants another soft kiss on my lips. I wrap my arms tighter around him as we kiss beneath the starlight, the summer night like a soft blanket around us. He caresses down my bare arms to my waist. The heat between us pulses through me, making my belly warm and my heartbeat thump lower, harder.

He cups my backside over my dress, urging me closer. The hollow between my thighs gives a needy ache. All night I’ve felt like a magnet, drawn to him. From the ceremony where we watched our best friends share heartfelt vows of love and devotion to a lively dinner full of speeches and laughter and a few tears to dancing until we’re breathless, we have scarcely been more than two feet apart. And yet I cannot contain my craving for more.

“Think we can find a quiet corner somewhere?” he says, kissing the sensitive place behind my ear.

“Our cabin,” I whisper, rocking my body into his, wanting him closer.

“Too far away,” he replies, his voice a needy purr.

Though the lakeside cabins we’re staying in for the weekend are only a five-minute walk, he’s right. It’s too far. “The bridal cabin.”

He kisses down to the curve of my neck, drawing my skin into his lips, the tight sting zipping straight to my core. “Lead the way.”

Feeling bold, I take his hand and half-run to the little cabin whereAva, Sofie, and I prepared for the wedding earlier, and slip inside the door. Sawyer presses the lock on the knob, then pulls me to him, my back to his chest, and caresses down my body while his lips trace the curve of my neck. He strokes both of my breasts, bringing on a tense yearning for his hands on my bare skin.

Across the dim room, the vanity mirror catches our movements, adding another layer of anticipation. As if reading my mind, he locks eyes with me in the reflection, releases the zipper in the back of my dress, and slips the straps from my shoulders. The fabric falls to the floor in a softwhoosh.

His erection presses into me as he molds my body to his. He closes his eyes and kisses me behind my ear while he cradles my bare breasts. I watch as he strokes me, desire surging to life inside me in a rush. I kiss him, and our tongues flick and tease, our breaths quickening. He glides his fingertips down my stomach, each inch lighting me up, then strokes exactly where I want him.

“I’ve been dying to touch you all night,” he says, caressing me over the slick satin.

The delicious shock of his rough fingers where I’m tight with need sends a tremor down my thighs. “Then touch me.”

He groans, stroking my breast with the flat of his palm, his rough skin adding the perfect edge of friction. He kisses the back of my other ear. “Patience, princess.”

A needy whimper escapes my throat. I reach back to grip his thighs.

“I had to know what you were wearing under that dress,” he says. Sawyer hasn’t been shy about his appreciation for my guilty pleasure, which makes it twice as fun.

He dips his fingers beneath the pink fabric, groaning in appreciation at how wet I’ve become. With his skilled fingers and his dirty promises in my ear and the intensity of watching it all in the mirror, my release comes fast and hard. My legs turn to jelly but Sawyer grasps me around the waist to keep me upright, his lips pressed to my shoulder.

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