Page 97 of Forever in the Country

“It’s a lot to unpack.”

“But you’re trusting Waylon to take care of Marlee. To be gentle with her heart.” I cup his face in my hands and place a soft kiss on his lips. “Trust me to do the same. Trust me with yours.”

Turning his head, he presses his lips against my palm. “I do.” Warmth blooms in my chest at the admission. “Do you remember the morning after Harper’s wedding?” I nod. Up until now, that whole memory made me want to rage but I’d been blind to what was in front of me.

To what he was trying to tell me.

“I called you Sunshine.”

My hands slide down his chest only to fist the hem of his shirt like a lifeline as I say, “I told you I was no one’s sunshine.” His mouth hitches up on the side as he cups my cheek with his roughened palm.

“I told you that you were mine. I needed you and your light—it was addictive and I couldn’t stay away. It still is.” His thumb brushes over my cheek as tears well in my eyes again.

“I was so mad—hurt. I just wanted you to want me like I wanted you.”

“I did, Sunshine. I did, so fucking much, and that’s why I couldn’t have you.” His expression is open and gentle and so devastatingly handsome as he says, “I couldn’t lose you, and I would have if I had given in that night—if I took you to bed and did all the things I wanted to.”

“And the night with Colt?”

He worries his bottom lip with his teeth and then dips his head. “I needed a swift kick in the ass.”

Laughter bubbles out of me, and he grins before pulling me into a kiss that has me gasping and wishing I could erase all the hurt—all the heartache.

“You did make quite a scene,” I murmur against his lips.

“I wasn’t going to let him touch you, Rhea.”

“We’re just friends.”

“Yeah, well,”—he hooks his arm around me and pulls me up until I’m straddling his lap—“you’re fucking mine and I wanted to make sure he knew it.” He grinds me down against his erection and I moan.

“Oh, he knew it,” I say, my words breathy as he slides me up and down his length again.

“You’re a forever kind of girl, Sunshine.” Eyes hooded, Sorren’s gaze drops to my lips before returning to my eyes. “My forever.”

And then his mouth is slanting over mine and he’s ravaging me so thoroughly I can barely breathe. His hands tear at my clothes until I’m sitting naked over him—dazed and wanting and everything in between.

His need to claim me—possess me—is potent. A tangible feeling of lust and animalistic desire as his gaze rakes over my body. The air around us crackles like a live wire and I’m barely hanging on.

“I love you like this.” Leaning forward, he sucks my nipple into his mouth. “Are you wet for me?”

I whimper but don’t get the chance to answer before he’s dipping one finger and then a second inside me.

“Sorren!” His name is wrenched from my throat as his thumb rubs slow circles against my clit.

“Will you get on your knees for me, baby?” His thumb presses harder as he pumps faster in and out of me. “Sit at my feet and take me to the back of your throat?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck yes. God, you’re so wet. Sunshine, come for me.”

Whether it’s the demand or the praise I’m not sure, but I shatter as his other hand comes down on my ass. Pleasure spirals through me with a fury I can’t resist. My mouth falls open as I continue bucking against his hand.

“I love how greedy your pussy is.” His hand squeezes my ass harder. “That’s it, baby, take it all.”

I moan as he gives me exactly what I need—more than I need—and never enough. My core is still pulsing with the aftershocks of my orgasm as he watches me.

My cheeks heat as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. “I love the way you taste.” His fingers are barely out of me and already I’m trying to squeeze my legs together to find some relief.

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