“I’m right here,” I assured her, sliding my hands under her top as I reached for her mouth again. When I broke the kiss, I held her stunning gaze with mine and whispered, “I’m always right here. With you. No matter where you are.”
Her expression softened as she melted into me. “What would people do if they knew just how much of a romantic you are, Theo Cavendish?”
“They wouldn’t do anything.” I grinned wickedly as I tightened my embrace and launched off the couch. She squealed in surprise and clung to me, legs wrapped around my waistas I carried her into the bedroom. Dropping her on the bed, I whipped off my sweater and started unbuckling my jeans. Sarah gave an excited little laugh that warmed me through, and she shimmied out of her own jeans. “They wouldn’t do anything,” I repeated, “because you aren’t going to tell them.”
“I’m not?” She breathed, whipping off her T-shirt.
“No. You’ll be far too busy coming around my cock. Many, many times.” I crawled over her.
Her cheeks flushed like I knew they would, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me down with her. “Then stop talking about it and come inside me.”
I laughed against her lips as I guided my cock to her entrance. She gasped as I pushed inside her snug heat. Groaning, I braced myself over her. “That’s it.”
“Oh, yes.” She gripped my waist. “Yes, more.”
“Take more.” I pumped harder, deeper. “That’s it, good girl.”
Her inner muscles pulsed around me, and I smirked knowingly. “You take my cock so well, my love.”
“I love it.” She gasped, arching into my thrusts. “I love you!”
“Don’t,” I gritted out as sensation shot to my balls. “Fuck, you know you can’t say that.”
Sarah’s eyes gleamed. “I love you.”
I tried to think of other things as I pumped into her. “Don’t you want this to last? Fuck!”
We’d discovered that her telling me she loved me while I was inside her was a rather unfortunate trigger that could make me spend like a callow youth. Being loved by Sarah McCulloch was my goddamn kink.
And the little she-devil loved it.
Sarah’s orgasm was sudden as she arched with a cry, throbbing around me. “I love you!”
My climax ripped through me as I yelled and shuddered between her pretty thighs, emptying everything I had into her. “Ilove you too.” I bowed my head in the crook of her neck, panting for breath. “I think I might need to see a sex therapist if we’re ever to have sex that lasts again.”
Sarah shook with laughter beneath me. “We have sex that lasts. I just knew I was going to come fast and I wanted you with me.”
Gently pulling out of her, I hardened at the sight of my come coating her skin. “Well, looks like round two won’t be far off, anyway.”
She reached for me, but I grabbed her wrists, pinning them to the bed.
“This time, keep theI love youuntil after we’ve come.”
Sarah pouted. “I thought you liked it.”
“Too fucking much, and you know it,” I growled, kissing her hard. Then languidly. Tasting her, devouring her. We made out like teenagers, lips bruised and swollen by the time we came up for air. I brushed the hair off her flushed, sweat-dampened cheeks. “I’m so bloody glad you knocked on my door last winter.”
Her smile was slow, but it lit up her whole face. “I’m so glad you knocked on my door too.”
Epilogue
SARAH
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Ardnoch, Scottish Highlands
The Gloaming was filled with chatter and laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the crackling of flames in the fireplace at one end.
