“I won’t dim you.”
“You better not,” I repeat, a tremble of laughter in my voice.
He kisses me and I fall a little harder for my impossibly stubborn, wildly sexy employer. My lover. My future husband.
When we break apart, Lacee grabs my hand.
“Does this mean you’re staying forever?” she asks.
I kneel and hug her tightly. “If you’ll have me.”
She squeezes back. “Duh.”
The crew descends on us — hugs, claps on Sawyer’s back, teasing about how long he took.
“You were brooding for a damn decade,” Ash says. “We were starting to take bets.”
Sawyer rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”
Margie Warner wraps me in a hug like I’ve always been hers.
“Welcome officially,” she says warmly.
Officially.
I glance at Sawyer. He isn’t standing on the edge anymore. He’s in the center. With me.
Sawyer slips his hand into mine again, squeezing gently.
“You okay?” he asks.
“I’m better than okay.”
He nods slowly. “Good,” he says. “Because Margie said she’d babysit tonight and I’m ready to take you home and have my way with you.”
I giggle, butterflies battering my ribcage with his words. “Okay, Boss.”
And for the first time since I walked up to that cabin with a resume in my hand and nerves in my throat, I don’t feel like I’m stepping into someone else’s story.
I feel chosen.
Twenty minutes later Sawyer is carrying me over the threshold and into our cabin. I still can’t believe it…ours.
When we reach our bedroom, he lowers me gently to the bed, his lips trailing down my neck in tender caresses.
“You know, I didn’t think I could love anyone this much, even if you are a caveman.”
Sawyer growls, rolling on top of me. He pulls my bottom lip with his teeth and nips gently, making my heart beat rapidly. My need for this man seems to overwhelm and consume me.
“You see how hard you make me?” He places the tip of his cock at my entrance. My legs open on their own accord, not willing to resist the feeling of his penetration, needing to feel him deep inside.
“Is my little Sparkplug hungry?” he says, teasing me, a lust-filled smile forming on his lips.
“Yes,” I say under his spell. He growls and pushes inside of me. I love how full he feels, how he stretches and fills me to the deepest depths.
“I love how wet this pussy is for me,” he grunts as he increases his rhythm.
“I’m always soaked for you, one look from you drives me crazy.”
