With a growl, he pounces. He captures my hands and holds them above my head, his heavy body pinning me against the bed. His mouth cuts off my surprised squeal. His tongue plunders my mouth ruthlessly as I melt into the warmth of his skin, his scent surrounding me. He traps me beneath him.
Not that I want to escape. I am happily helpless as heholds me down. I open my legs and wrap myself around him, desperate for him to take me.
Luckily, he has more presence of mind than I do. “Wait, condom,” he gasps, and retrieves one from his nightstand. He deftly rolls it on, then lowers himself back onto me.
I can’t help my whimpers as he rocks into me, inch by inch, until he fills me up completely. He pauses a moment to let our bodies adjust to the very tight, but oh-so-perfect fit.
I try to read his expression—does this feel as phenomenal for him as it does for me? He stares down at me, looking so serious, I can’t resist a playful squeeze of my inner muscles. His breath catches.
It does the trick. His eyes brighten with humor. “Bad girl,” he growls. “I’m already too close as it is.” He slaps my ass, the loud clap and light sting startling me.
Ooh, I like that. I squeeze again, harder, hoping he’ll deliver another delicious smack against my tingling flesh.
He laughs. He pulls out of me, the tip just brushing my entrance. I raise my hips to try to push him back inside, but he leans back, just out of reach, teasing me. I feel so hollow and so desperate, and the bastard just smiles when I whimper.
“Done teasing?” he asks me.
“Yes, sir,” I say breathlessly.
He groans, his eyes dilating. “That backfired.” He finally puts both of us out of our misery and pushes back into me.
Our bodies move so well together, meeting each other thrust for thrust. The guttural noises coming out of my throat would be embarrassing if lust weren’t making me absolutely senseless.
He shifts the angle, and my eyes roll back as he hits the perfect spot. Higher and higher he drives me. My backis arching, my hands clutching at his shoulders, my gasps turning into sobs. I can’t bear this. I can’t bear how good this feels.
And then I come apart. Flash of gold flecks burst beneath my eyelids, and I cry out. His kisses become desperate, pressing hard against my lips as he pounds into me. I shudder and writhe beneath him in ecstasy as he comes with a low groan, his thrusts wild and erratic.
He collapses on top of me. I hold him in the cradle of my body, relishing the heavy weight of him against me after flying so high. It takes both of us a minute to come down, to feel steady enough to move.
Then there are sweet kisses along my jaw, my cheek, and my ear. My breath hitches as I fight hard against the pull. This is too intimate.
I let myself have one more tender kiss. Then I bail.
Nineteen
Logan
Within a minute of our post-coital bliss, Sierra hurries back to her room. No cuddling, no intimacy.
I feel rejected. Hurt.
I tell myself I knew that would happen, but my heart feels like a helium balloon that has just been popped.
Patience,I remind myself.Today’s just day one.
And the days do follow. I forgot how much I miss and enjoy sex. I was making it too serious, and I could see perhaps that was another reason that Charlotte and I didn’t work. Sierra makes it so fun and effortless with her playful teasing and wicked smiles.
Even with Seth as a roommate, we quickly find it easier to sneak around in my own home than it was when I lived with my parents. And we both take advantage of the easy access. She sneaks into my room each night, and we make love untilthe early morning.
But she never stays over, and it hurts every time she leaves.
After one particularly late, heavy night, we both fall asleep by accident. When I wake up, her face is the first thing I see. It’s jarring, like waking up from a particularly lucid nightmare. After so much searching, giving up, grieving, finding out she was alive, accepting she was never mine to keep, only to open my eyes and…
Oh. There you are.
It takes my brain a moment to register that it isn’t just a dream. But once it does, I’m filled with euphoria. Peace. Now that I’ve experienced this, I never want to wake up to any other sight. I can’t let her go again.
I have to find a way, not just to get her to fall in love with me, but with Sagebrush and the life that we can have here together.
