Without the hope of having her in his life, Sawyer feared he’d be aimless and alone the rest of his days. The chronic bachelor, like his Uncle Ryan.
Perhaps the next articleSlipperplanned to release, the one about those destined to be rich and all alone, should have been about him.
His pulse pounded harder at the thought.
Just as the inner turmoil threatened to set his body ablaze, Betzy stirred slightly, lifting her head off his chest. “Is the movie over?” she asked.
“Yes.” A hot ache rippled through him anew as he considered saying goodbye to moments like these. Her closeness, her touch, her kiss.
If they were to soon be gone, Sawyer may as well make each moment count. Show Betzy how he felt in the quiet night. Assure her that he wasn’t faking his feelings for her at all. They were more real than anything he’d known.
With that thought, Sawyer moved a hand to her hip, hoping to get her on the same page.
Betzy made a circle along his chest with the tip of one finger. It triggered that warmth low in his belly once more. That longing to have her lips on his.
“Is everyone else gone?” she asked, trailing another circle over his shirt.
He blew out a jagged breath. “Yes.”
* * *
Betzy could hardly believe she’d fallen asleep in Sawyer’s arms. The truth was, being held in his strong, powerful embrace was a thing of peace. She couldn’t imagine a place she’d rather be.
But now that she was awake, and they had the theater to themselves, Betzy planned to take advantage of that fact.
After all, it was their last night at the cabin. Tomorrow, they’d pack up and leave. He’d no longer be one bedroom away from hers. He wouldn’t be there to encourage her on the slopes. To kiss her when mistletoe magically appeared, or to generously hand over the keys to his Lamborghini.
But he was there with her right then, and heaven help her, those warm, strong hands of his were gripping her hips, causing all sorts of chaos and bliss at once.
There was no questioning what was on Sawyer’s mind. The chemistry was there—strong and alluring—but was it connected to true and deep feelings, like hers? Or driven by thoughts of simply having a good time, like Duke suggested?
Either way, Betzy couldn’t let the moment pass.
Flattening one hand on his chest, she moved in, lowering herself until her mouth was a breath space from his.
Please say he feels the same.
Sawyer’s lips parted, ever so slightly, and she dared herself to graze over them in a slow, gentle tease. A wave of bliss rushed through her as she did, back and forth, every tiny touch heightening the anticipation.
At last Betzy pressed her mouth against his, one long, lingering kiss. And then another. There was a certain thrill in being the one to initiate that kiss, found in the blessed return of that affection.
Sawyer’s lips were strong and certain, and as they kissed yet again, he surprised her by rolling onto his side until he hovered over her. Shouldering his weight then, he teased the spot just below her earlobe, like he’d done by the fire.
Yes.A new dose of euphoria rushed through her in a heavenly wave.
Sure, Betzydidlike taking control of the moment. Liked knowing that she could. But as Sawyer took over, rendering her breathless with the slow tease along her throat, she reveled in the knowledge that it was all him.
Hewas the one initiating every tantalizing kiss.
Each whispered breath.
And every thrilling touch.
At last he made his way to her lips once more. There, Sawyer kissed her in slow succession, reviving waves of bliss with each heavenly push and pull.
Softly then, he brought a hand up to her cheek, cradling her face with a touch so tender, Betzy felt she might cry.
This was love. It had to be. She could feel it swelling deep in her chest. He was telling her, with his actions alone, that he loved her. And she loved him too, wanted to make sure he felt it as well.
