Page 174 of Love Me Reckless

“Fuck, I love making you come,” Sawyer says with a groan.

Panting, I wrap my arms around his and squeeze him tight, trapping the firm ridge of his erection between us. The craving for him is wonderfully seductive, like a swift current drawing me out to sea. He lifts me from the well of my dress and carries me to the vanity. Our kisses turn rushed as I hurry to unbutton his shirt while he unbuckles, then steps out of, his pants. His shirt falls open and I press my body to his, wanting his bare chest on mine. I stroke the cursive heart etched to his chest, healed and vibrant now, a constant reminder of the promises he made to me that night.

“You feel so good.” He gives my ass a little tap, sending a jolt to where I’m aching for him again. With a groan, he cups my thighs, lifting me onto the vanity, then kisses down to my breasts, taking his time to stroke and tease me. I tug the waistband of his briefs down to touch him. He hisses in pleasure. Lost in each other, we caress and kiss, the space around us turning heated, electric.

He tugs the scrap of fabric down my thighs and urges my knees around his waist. He slides the palm of his hand to my lower back to urge me closer, bringing our bodies into contact, and slowly pushes inside. We kiss as he rocks deeper, the fullness of him satisfying my craving for him, only him. All of him.

Our kisses turn sensual as we move together in a slow, intense rhythm. I wrap my arms around his neck and give in to the beautiful way my heart is synched with his.

“I love you,” Sawyer says, breathing hard.

I kiss him as everything unravels. “I love you so much, Sawyer.”

The moment turns sweet and so bright, our bodies so perfectly in tune, our breaths fast and sharp, the vanity thumping softly against the wall. When I close my eyes, I see us dancing, touching, laughing. I see us walking hand in hand through a meadow, our hands swinging lazily between us. I see us in his truck, headed to some adventure. I imagine us swimming in the lake, skiing together in the winter, candlelit nights of little sleep. I see us learning new things together, supporting each other. It comes to me in a flash of warmth andtrust.

For so long I was scared of wanting a future I couldn’t see.

I only needed to trust that it was right there, waiting to unfold.

We come together and I hold him tight, wanting to make everything last. Sawyer kisses my cheek, and I can’t help but laugh. He starts laughing too. Holding each other, our laughter filling the quiet cabin, I shuck my fears and let them fall away.

I waketo Sawyer’s soft caresses on my arm. I curl closer to him, soaking up the warmth from his body and the steady calm of his slow, relaxed breaths.

“That was so fun last night,” I say, caressing his chest.

“Lotta love in the air.” He kisses my temple. “Definitely filled my cup.”

“Why did you ask if I’d lost my faith in weddings?”

He releases a soft sigh. “Because if you had, I would have waited.”

“Waited for what?”

With a huff that sounds more like a nervous chuckle, he rolls so we’re facing each other. “It wasn’t that long ago you were under a tremendous amount of pressure to marry someone you didn’t love.”

Excitement hums through my body. “Is that why you did this?” I caress the heart on his chest.

“Yeah. I know what I feel, and it’s not going to change. But you might need longer, and that’s okay.”

“That might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“When you’re ready, I’ll be waiting, okay?”

I close my eyes and savor the sweet emotions expanding inside my heart, and then I kiss him softly. “I don’t want to wait, Sawyer.”

He blinks at me, surprise filling his expression. “You’re sure?”

I laugh. “Haven’t I waited long enough?”

He tackles me, his eyes wild with a zealous energy. “So if I asked you to marry me, you’d say yes?”

“Yes!” Laughter bubbles up through me as he pulls me into his arms and holds me tight.

“Wait here,” he says, and dashes to his bag on the floor, where he removes a small white bag folded once at the top. Carrying it in his big, rough hands, he returns to the bed and sits on the edge next to me.

I scoot up to sitting, bringing the sheet around me. A twinge of anticipation zips down my spine as he sets the small package in my hands. With a glance at his calm brown eyes for reassurance, I unfold the bag and peek inside. There’s something small wrapped in a square of turquoise tissue. It slides into my palm.

I unwrap a delicate rose gold bracelet with an opal gemstone.

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