Page 2 of With You Forever

“We gotta get a new place,” Seth murmurs against her lips. He grunts as they knock into a bookshelf. Grips her shoulders and spins her around toward the exit.

“Bigger,” she agrees, kissing him back, angling her body just so to avoid a collision with an ottoman. Between building her career in Nashville and Seth’s Vegas stint, they barely have time to house-hunt, let alone plan a wedding. “So much bigger.”

As they stumble their way into the sunlit living room, bypassing Seth’s clasped fiddle case, Lacey unbuckles his belt as birdsong sounds through the open window. The cool March breeze sends a chill down her spine.

Seth tugs the neck of her sweater down. Her bra. Lacey gasps at the heat of his mouth on her nipple. Seth touching her shouldn’t make her tremble, shouldn’t make her heart pound this fierce, but it does. Over and over again, he touches her like it’s their first time.

He backs her against the wall. Drags her leg up his thigh. She shifts her hips as Seth’s long fingers move up her skirt to slowly drag off her panties, then dip inside of her. Her eyes flutter, and she’d go limp if it weren’t for Seth’s broad palm bracing her firmly against him. Seth strips out of his jeans and Lacey lets his stiff erection fill the palm of her hand.

Seth groans at her touch. His heartbeat pumps erratically against hers. “Princess, you ain’t playin’ fair.” Angling into her, he kisses the pulse at her throat, biting its beat gently.

“Never,” she gasps.

Her mind turns hazy, a puddle of warmth blooming in her belly.

Seth. Seth. Seth.

Her heartbeat.

The love of her life.

Seth grins, whispers against her mouth, “My wife.”

She arches a haughty brow. “Not yet.”

“You are,” he drawls. “You already are, and you damn well know it.”

His words—reverent, smug, possessive—rocket through her like sunlight.

Lacey’s lips sweep the shell of his ear. “Seth. Please.” She arches against the wall, her breasts plumping against his chest. “Please. I need you,” she whispers, and in answer, he swears, haggard and hungry. Her words like a whip. Their calling card of their love for each other.

He’s inside of her like quicksilver, fast and hungry. She whimpers and Seth grunts his appreciation at the way her nails dig into the meat of his shoulder. Lacey closes her eyes as her body goes molten, her legs spreading as Seth buries himself to the hilt inside of her.

“Christ.” Her hair fills his fist. A broad palm is dragged up her thigh. “Your body’s got me goin’ weak, Lace.”

“More,” she whines. It’s all she can say. She arches her hips, clings to him with her arms around his neck. “Harder, Seth.More.”

“Holy fuck, princess,” Seth grits out, his lean muscles tensing. “You tryin’ to kill me?”

She grins. “Maybe.”

With a growl, he quickly flips her around. Her palms flatten against the wall, her cheek on the cool wood. And then, his big hands engulfing her waist, he’s slamming into her from behind. Perfect sync. Perfect friction as he fucks her hard and fast.

“Seth,” she whispers, moving her hips in circles that have him panting.

Their love. Sweaty and aggressive and broken and still so damn soft it takes her breath away.

Seth settles Lacey on his lap as she adjusts the strap of her bra. Leaning forward, he buries his face in her long blond hair, inhaling her lavender and sea salt scent. When he pulls back, all he can do is sit in a daze and stare. His girl. Gorgeous and glowing after two orgasms. Tousled hair, flushed cheeks, slender legs kicked up over his knees.

She’s beautiful. So goddamn sexy that for a second Seth can’t breathe. His dick twitches, and he has to fight the urge to take her back into the bedroom for round three. Jesus, this girl. She damn near fucks him up on a daily basis. Fucking owns him just with her smile.

But that’s Lacey. His hurricane girl. Messing up his life in the best kind of way.

The only way he ever wants it.

A soft, content sigh. “Now I’m really late.”

“The world won’t end,” Seth drawls, kissing her bronze shoulder. “But if it does, it ain’t a bad day to do so, I reckon.”

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