I bury my fingers in his hair. “Okay.”
He looks up, brows furrowed in confusion. “Okay?”
Abruptly, there’s a thunderous crack. Our eyes widen as the floor shakes. Sawyer lunges, grabs me, and runs.
Another loud bang pierces the air as my back hits the far wall.
Breaking glass.
Crunching wood.
Sawyer covers my body with his, and I huddle into him as the sounds settle. Then, everything stills.
CHAPTER 32
SAWYER
I haven’t feltthis kind of adrenaline in years. My heart crashes against my ribcage at a sprint, I can barely catch my slippery breath, and my skin is vibrating with the need to make sure Brie is alright.
I’m pressed up against her, my body folded over hers against the wall, shielding her. I feel her rapid breaths as her chest rises and falls in quick succession against mine. Her entire body trembles from the rush, teeth chattering.
My hands cup her face, and I press a kiss onto her forehead. “You’re okay.” My voice is rough.
I’m pretty sure a tree just took out part of my cabin. One look over my shoulder confirms it.
“Everything’s fine,” I tell her. “We didn’t even need to move, we would’ve been fine.”
“You saved me.” Her big brown eyes look up at me, shock, fear, and . . . wonder? “You keep saving me.”
Don’t, I tell myself.Don’t do it.
For one heavy moment, we stare at each other, my eyes bouncing between hers.
Don’t fucking do it.
Her chin tips up the slightest bit.
“Fuck it.” I cover her lips with mine.
My hands cover her perfect rear, lifting while she snakes her legs around my hips. Her hands are in my hair as she grinds into me, meeting my hungry thrusts. I bring one hand between us and slip it under her sweater, palming her breast as I knead her ass with my other hand. She lets out a soft little sigh that has my cock hard in my jeans. I rock it against her.
“Mm-hm,” she hums urgently as she kisses my throat.
“There?” I ask, rubbing against the same spot.
She hums again, and I keep with it, hungry for her breathy sounds.
“Brie.” I say, and she looks at me beneath hooded lids. Then I say it again, just because I can. “Brie. Fuck, look at the sight of you.” Her lips are plump from kissing, cheeks flushed, eyes ablaze with need.
When we find a rhythm, her head begins to loll back. I catch it before it knocks against the wall. Watching her eyes roll to the back of her head is like a drug. I love watching her like this, knowing I’m the one doing it to her. I dive for the sensitive spot on her neck, grazing my teeth along the curve.
“I want to feel you,” I pant into her neck. “I want to taste you.” I suck the spot right beneath her ear, and she moans. “But you’re too close for that already, aren’t you?”
She lets out an unintelligible grunt, clutching me tightly. My hand tightens around her hair, and her eyes flick open. She nods, her movements frantic against me now. Her eyes glaze over, and her body tightens around mine. She’s going to come for me.Becauseof me.
“Jesus, Brie. You’re going to make me spill in my pants. You’re too pretty.”
Her mouth opens in a silent gasp, and her entire bodyshudders in my arms. Knowing I’m the source of her pleasure is enough. I pump against her once, twice, and on the third time, I jerk hard against her, coming in my pants for the second time in twenty-four hours. My face is buried in her neck, and we’re both breathing hard, but not from fight-or-flight anymore.
