Page 95 of Against All Odds

In a clearing near the Poetry Stones, beneath a canopy of golden leaves, stood a small band—a violinist, a cellist, and a guitarist. Soft strains of musicfloated toward us, blending with the rustle of the trees and the gentle murmur of the Roaring Fork River. A few people had gathered nearby, drawn in by the music, their faces lit with curiosity.

I stopped in my tracks, staring at the scene. “What’s this?”

“A concert in the park.” Heath grabbed and twirled me. “For you.”

“For me?” My chest tightened as the words sank in.

“I’m wooing you, Bambi. So…let me.”

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. “Heath, this is….”

“There is no crying when there’s live music,” he warned. “Dance with me.”

I hesitated, glancing at the small crowd. “People are watching.”

“Let them.”

The music swelled as he rested a hand lightly on my waist, the other holding my hand in his. We swayed together under the golden canopy, the world narrowing to just the two of us. I was aware of the curious eyes on us, the soft murmurs of onlookers, but it didn’t matter.

“You make everything better,” Heath murmured, his breath warm against my ear.

“How?”

“By being you.” He bent me on his arm and dropped a kiss on my mouth. People clapped. “By showing up. By giving so much of yourself to everyone around you. You make me want to be better, Sable.”

The music shifted into something slower, and Heathtightened his hold on me, his gaze steady and unflinching.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I told him, sure about him like I had been about nothing in my life before.

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

I rested my head against his chest, letting the music and the warmth of his embrace wrap around me. As we danced under the canopy of golden leaves, with strangers watching and music filling the air, I felt like I was home.

CHAPTER 33

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“You’re hard,” Sable whispered when I led her to my bed.

I dropped a kiss on her mouth, making her moan. “When you’re around, I’m always like this, wanting inside your sweet pussy.”

I lifted her dress and cupped her ass and then her pussy. She was wet, hot, and wanting. “You’re wet.”

“I’m always like this when you’re around,” she gave it back to me. “Because I want you inside of me.”

I flicked her clit, and she jerked. I kissed her again as I began to circle her clit, sliding a finger, then two inside of her.

But it wasn’t enough for either of us. After not having the pleasure of intimacy, we were aching to reclaim each other.

“I need you naked,” I growled and began to all but rip her clothes off of her. She did the same for me.

We scrambled onto the bed, naked, wanting to be skin-to-skin.

“I missed you,” I mumbled as I took a nipple into my mouth and suckled hard.

She lifted her hips and ground against me. Her heat rubbing against my cock made me want to blow my load.

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