Page 77 of Swift and Saddled

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When I got to Baby Blue, Ada was taking the plastic off a large mirror that had just been mounted on the living room wall. Even without all of the plastic off the mirror, I could tell that it made the room feel much bigger.

It was beautiful in here, but everything paled in comparison to Ada Hart. She was wearing a pair of worn-out overalls and a black tank top.

She saw me in the mirror, and her reflection smiled at mine. I loved that I was the only one who pulled smiles out of her. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I brought you dinner.” I held up the bag.

“And what’s with the goofy smile on your face?” she asked. I set the bag on the ground and walked up behind her. “Seriously,” she said. “You look like your cheeks are going to explode.”

I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she leaned into me. I kissed her shoulder—right in the middle of one of the roses. “I’m happy,” I said. I pulled the envelope out of my back pocket and handed it to her. Her eyes narrowed as she took it from me. I watched her open it in the mirror, and I saw her eyes widen when she read it.

“Wow,” she said. “Wes, I’m so happy for you.” Her eyes were so bright it was almost blinding.

I peppered her shoulder and cheeks with kisses and squeezed her sides. She squirmed and laughed. “Wes!” she squealed. God, I loved it when she said my name. I dragged my hands down her body, and when our eyes met again in the mirror, something changed. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that the most beautiful woman in the world was pressed up against me and that her chest was heaving.

Our eyes stayed locked. My hands stopped at her hips, and I pulled them back into mine. I was already hard for her. I watched her brown eyes widen and her mouth part.

I brought my hands back up her body and over her breasts, which I couldn’t help but squeeze before I unbuckled one side of her overalls and then the other. The straps fell off her shoulders. I pushed them down her body. I had to kneel so she could step out of them.

God, her skin was so fucking soft. I lightly trailed my fingers up the inside of her leg as I stood—goose bumps followed me, and I grinned with satisfaction. When I made it to the hem of her shirt, I pulled it up over her head and threw it to the ground.

I slid my fingers under the waistband of her panties at her hips and looked at her in the mirror. Her face was already flushed and her eyes were glassy. “You’re devastating,” I whispered.

She turned away from the mirror to face me. Her hands slid under my T-shirt, and I had to stifle a jump. This woman and her cold fucking hands. She gave me a knowing smile. “Are we about to fuck in your brand-new house?” she asked coyly, even though the bulge in my jeans should’ve given that away.

“God, I hope so,” I groaned as she dragged her nails down my back. I cupped the back of her head and pushed her back against the mirror as I brought my mouth down on hers. As soon as our mouths met, both of us moaned. Ada clutched at me, and I used my other hand to move her panties to the side. Fuck, she was wet for me. It was like the more comfortable we got with each other, the more our bodiesresponded—which was saying something, because I’d never been with anyone who made me crazy like this.

I slid two of my fingers inside her, and she bit my bottom lip. From the way she was gripping my shoulders, I knew her nails were going to leave a mark.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

When my thumb brushed her clit, she sighed my name. I needed more.

I slid my fingers out of her, and she whined. I gripped her ass hard with both of my hands—hoping I would leave my own mark—and picked her up. I walked us over to the couch and laid her down. I kissed my way down her body, stopping to take off her lacy white bra. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and her back arched beneath me.

“Can I go down on you?” I asked against her skin.

“Wh-what?” she asked as she lifted her head. She looked dazed.

“I want to go down on you, sweetheart,” I said. “I will sign the deed to this house over to you right now if you let me go down on you.” I might have been kidding, but I didn’t know for sure.

“You’re ridiculous,” Ada breathed. I was. She made me that way.

“Tell me yes, sweetheart,” I said as I kissed her right below her belly button and brought my hands to her hips, then I kissed her over the fabric of her underwear and she moaned.

“Yes,” she said. “Please, please, please,” she chanted.

“I’m the luckiest man alive,” I groaned. I pulled her panties down her legs, and when I threw them across the room, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

It was us. In the mirror.Hmm.

I made my way off the couch and dragged Ada to the edge of the couch as I went. “What are you—” Ada started.

I knelt in front of her. I pulled my shirt over my head and said, “Look up, sweetheart. Take in the view.”

Her legs were slung over my shoulders, and I pulled her toward me so I could take a long, languid lick up her center. She let out a surprised “Oh,” and I smiled against her. It was then that I knew nothing was ever going to be enough when it came to us.

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