I nudge her with my knee, and her eyes find mine. My hand slides up her thigh, and I lean in, a hairsbreadth away from her mouth. “I’ll take whatever I can get from you, Red.” And then my lips brush against hers.
This kiss isn’t hurried. It’s slow and soft and sweet. I tunnel my fingers through her hair, and my heart takes off in my chest as her tongue slides past my lips. She hums in delight when I angle her head so I can kiss her deeper. The sound sends my blood coursing through my veins and my heart pounding erratically against my ribs.
I didn't know a kiss could make me feel so much. This is more than just the flood of heat and desire. It's something deeper, something I don't have the words for yet. I could sit out here all night kissing Sawyer under the star-filled sky, breathing her in and savoring the taste of her lips.
The fire crackles, and a log falls, sending sparks into the surrounding air. When we break apart, my heart is beating strong and steady, and the way Sawyer looks at me—it's like it's the first time she's truly seeing me.
This night is just another log on the fire that’s been burning inside me ever since she handed me my ass at Pops’ kitchen table. She’s headstrong, and she’s fierce, but this gentle side that shows her softness, her vulnerability—this is the part of her that brings me to my knees.
There are a million different sides to Sawyer Addams, and I think I’m falling for every single one of them.
A twig snaps and Dixie’s head follows the sound, her hackles raising as she lets out a low growl.
I glance toward the area Dixie is staring at. I don’t see anything, but my night vision isn’t great.
“It’s probably that coyote I’ve seen wandering around lately. Makes me glad I had the smaller barn put in for the goats.”
“You should probably head inside,” I say, immediately regretting it. I didn’t want to leave, but I also didn’t want Pops to know I was gone all night. He’d likely guess who I was with, and I wasn’t about to open that can of worms.
The screen of her phone lights up, and her eyes widen when she glimpses the time. “It’s three in the morning?”
“Time flies.”
“I have to be up in two hours,” she groans.
“I’ll put the fire out.”
She gathers the blankets, puts the empty pop bottles in the bowl that the popcorn was in and trudges up to the house. I dowse the flames and watch the fire die down, turning to nothing but burnt logs and ash.
I hear her screen door slam and turn to find her watching me from her porch with her arms crossed and her hair in a messy pile on her head. I stroll over to her, stepping up onto the porch.
“I suppose,” I say at the same time as she mutters, “I guess I should—” We both break off, laughing awkwardly.
“Thanks for the drink.”
“I owed you one for the orgasms,” she replies.
Another laugh rumbles in my chest. “You gonna have some free time tomorrow?”
"For orgasms?" she asks, her lips tipping up in a teasing smile."Always."
“For God’s sake, woman. It’s not all about sex, you know? Maybe I wanted to romance you a bit.”
She licks her lips, her eyes scanning my face. “When?”
I glance up at the stars. “Six?”
She nods. “Okay. Yeah.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” I crowd her against her front door and her chin tips up as her eyes hold mine. “G‘night, Sawyer.”
“Goodnight, Wes.”
I close the gap and kiss her senseless, until her fingers are hungrily gripping my jacket, and her teeth are biting into my lower lip and I’m hardening again in my jeans. I pull away and am gratified when she makes a small, disappointed groan when I do.
We both need our rest, but especially Sawyer, who’s still recovering from that last flare-up.
“Tomorrow,” I whisper against her mouth.
