Her lips are soft and urgent, tasting of nerves and heat and every bad idea I ever wanted to make good.
“Thank fuck,” I grit against her mouth, hands sliding to her waist as I pull her in for a real kiss, licking into her with heat and possession running through me like a live wire.
The shed fades.
The world fades.
All that’s left is her body pressed to mine, her breath catching against my neck, and the raw, dangerous truth that I don’t just want to protect her.
I want her.
And for the first time in years, wanting doesn’t feel like a weakness.
It feels like coming home.
“Hurry,” she moans, her breath trembling against my mouth as my hands slide under her shirt.
Her skin is soft and warm, curves filling my palms like she was made for me.
When I lift the hem and bunch the fabric up under her chin, I swear I leak precum in my pants like a virgin.
Her breasts are full and lush.Perfect.
I want to take my time, taste every inch of her, worship her until she’s shaking, but the need clawing through me is feral.
If I don’t get inside her sweet pussy soon, I might actually lose it.
She’s already tugging at my zipper, her fingers bold, the press of her palm against my dick is making my head drop forward with a groan.
She’s on the same page—thank God.
“Hold on,” I manage, voice rough as gravel.
My hand finds the waistband of her jeans, sliding them down just enough to touch her where she’s hot and trembling.
She arches into me, a soft gasp breaking from her lips.
“Goddamn, you’re so wet.You’re ready for me,” I rasp, forehead pressed to hers.
“Condom?”she whispers.
“Pocket.”
She finds it without looking away from me.I hear the faint tear of foil, feel the brush of her fingers as she rolls it down my length, and my knees almost buckle.
The whole time I keep touching her, coaxing sounds from her throat, circling my thumb over her needy little clit.
Her eyes flutter.A flood of moisture wets my fingers.
The way she responds?The way she moves against my hand?
It’s everything—sweet and wild at once.
“Need you, Sawyer,” she whimpers.
And I am done waiting.
I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, her breath a hot rush against my neck.
