Page 122 of Sparking Sara

“God … Sara,” he says as I run my hand up and down his silky-smooth hardness.

He lets me work on him for a minute, but then he pushes my hand away. “You keep that up and this will be over far too soon.”

I giggle into his shoulder, loving how he’s affected by me.

He unbuttons my pants and then slowly, methodically peels them down my legs. He looks up at me. “I want to remember every second of this. Because I’ll only get to see you for the first time once in my life.”

I’m not sure I’ve ever heard more romantic words. Tears cloud my vision and I squeeze my eyes shut, causing droplets to fall down the sides of my face.

Once my jeans are off, he runs a finger under the elastic of my panties from hipbone to hipbone. His tactile perusal is driving me insane. He hasn’t even touched me down there and I’m about to explode.

He shimmies my panties off and then sits back on his haunches, studying me. Appreciating me.

“Sara, this is”—he shakes his head in disbelief—“this is every fantasy I’ve ever had. Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about having you in my bed?”

“Me too,” I say.

“Now that it’s happening, I can’t even believe it.”

I smile up at him. “Believe it, Denver. I’m yours.”

Oh, God—did I really just say that?I throw an embarrassed arm over my face.

He removes my arm. “Say it again, Sara.”

Heat flushes my entire body. “I’m yours.”

His eyes close for a brief second. When they open, he becomes an animal devouring his prey. His hands are everywhere on me. His fingers find all the right places. His mouth touches just the perfect spots. I’m putty beneath him, melting under his expert manipulation.

His fingers push into me as his tongue circles my clit. I buck beneath him at the exquisite feeling that’s overtaking me. “Denver!” I shout when my insides tighten and my body shakes as I ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through me.

I let out a long, slow breath, my head sinking back into the pillow. “Wow,” I say.

He climbs up my body. “You can say that again. That was incredible.” I feel his wet lips on my neck. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

I smile at his proclamation. I let my hands wander below his waist once again. He’s hard as steel, throbbing in my hands. He reaches over the side of the bed and opens a drawer, grabbing a condom. He shows it to me with a question in his eyes. Even after what we just shared, he’s still asking permission.

“Yes,” I say.

He wastes no time ripping open the square package and rolling it on. Then he hovers over me. I can feel him at my entrance. He looks down into my eyes and I swear I can remember. I can remember the first time he looked at me. The first time his eyes burned into mine. And somehow, I know this man will always be there for me. He will always make me feel this safe. This protected. This loved.

Our eyes remain locked on each other as he pushes into me. The urge to close my eyes is strong at the feel of him inching inside. But I keep my focus on him, needing to share this moment, needing torememberthis moment for as long as I live. Because if I never remember any other moments, if this is the only one I get to keep, I’d still die a happy woman.

“Sara,” he moans into my shoulder as he makes love to me.

I reach around him and run my hands across his strong arms, down his muscular back, over the taut globes of his ass. I grab him and push him deeper inside me.

His rhythmic movements, his groans, his whispered declarations—they all have me building back up and writhing underneath him. I start to shake, feeling another powerful orgasm crash down on me. I scream into his shoulder and then I feel him stiffen as he leans down and shouts into mine.

He collapses down onto me, trying his best to keep most of his weight off my body. But he’s languid and spent. I’m loopy and satiated.

“Damn,” he says.

I start laughing under him. He joins me.

He rolls off me and rises up on an elbow. “Nowthatwas worth waiting for.” He takes a lock of my hair into his hand, playing with it. “I meant what I said earlier. I love you, Sara.”

Tears fill my eyes once again. “I’m not sure about much of anything in my life. My past, my future. But the one thing I’m sure of isyou. I love you, too, Denver.”

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