“Augusta…” I groaned when her hand began to dance between her thighs, brushing her knuckles against the cotton of my shorts as soft little mewls pranced past her lips. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“I wouldn’t have survived without you.” She hummed, teeth catching my earlobe just as her hips came down against mine and I realized she was naked. Not a stitch of clothing between her and the cotton of my shorts.
Every bone in my body ached as the thought of really having her made itself real for the first time.
I hadn’t let myself go there before.
I didn’t think I’d be able to control myself then.
She stroked her heated core against my cock, teeth whispering at the shell of my ear before her hands cupped my cheeks and she pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “I don’t want anything between us.”
I nodded, blinking once as my palms trailed up her bare torso, the silky flesh of her breasts warm against my rough palms.
She moaned, stroking harder against me before her fingertips were pushing at my waistband.
Something kicked over inside my brain then, a firestorm of need cascading through me that hurtled us both off the cliff.
In the next instant, she was in my arms and I was pushing her against a wall of my tiny room, my hands shoving down my waistband and finding her hot, warm core radiating against my shaft.
She sucked in a breath of air and moaned, and my jaw clenched down so hard I thought I’d crumble my teeth as I held myself just outside her entrance, hovering, breathing, searing every inch of her to my memory.
“Augusta, I don’t have a condom.”
Her fingertips worked against the nape of my neck.
“I don’t care.” She arched, the hot seam of her core scalding my flesh. She pressed her lips and her hips rapidly against mine, lining herself up at precisely the right angle to ease the tip of me just inside her body.
I sucked in a ragged breath, one palm clutching at her thigh as every single moment that didn’t include her before this one ceased to exist.
My world tipped, upended itself, and was righted again, spinning at a new rhythm, one that matched her succinctly.
I clamped down my eyelids, burying myself in the wild halo of waves that drowned me in her.
I wouldn’t survive this.
I knew it.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but if I thought kinda sorta saving her on the Whiskey River Bridge that summer day was one meaningful blip in a slow succession of mindless days, then this moment…this was all of it.
Everything good and right in my world culminating right here, in her and me.
Augusta Belle’s warm mouth met mine, our tongues igniting in raw desire, our bodies creating chemistry as we connected on a deeper level for the first time.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for this.” She gulped in a breath of air.
Her words whispering down my neck sent violent pulsations echoing through every nerve.
Buried in her body, everything was heightened, we were so connected.
“I’ve been waiting all of my life for you.”
She clung to me, our bodies swaying together before I pulled her onto the bed, caging her between my arms and tasting every morsel of her sweet existence, losing myself and finding the very best part of me all at once.
There would definitely be no coming back from Augusta Belle Branson. My life from this moment onward could only get sweeter as long as she was in it.
* * *
I woke Augusta Belle in the early morning hours of August fourth. The predawn light just grazing her flushed cheeks as she stirred to life, eyes still drunk with sleep and pleasure. She looked like a woman now, something about her way more grown-up, something that made me proud to call her mine.
