“I missed you,” she said.
That raised a hell of a lot of questions—but I just reached out to brush a lock of hair from her temple.
“Missed you too, Daniela.”
EIGHT
Daniela
It had taken me all of one night to fall back into bed with Sawyer.
I knew it was a mistake. I knew, from what I knew about Millie and Gage, that this was a have babies and settle down family.
I knew I could not settle down. That I didn't want to.
Also that I desperately wanted to just live on this ranch and pop out babies like Millie?—
Sawyer shifted behind me, his hand sliding down to my hip, and I curled against him instinctively. Yeah…the mental breakdown could happen later, right? Right now, it was sometime after dawn, I could hear the horses outside, and Sawyer was behind me, the perfect big spoon.
With his perfect cock between my thighs.
I hummed and rocked back just slightly against him, letting him slip against my wet core. I was already up for another round…round four, I think, if I was counting correctly. The hand on my hip moved down to my stomach, then up again…grasping my breast and squeezing.
He was awake.
Had been for a while, maybe.
He lifted his head just enough to press a kiss to my neck, his exhale making goosebumps erupt on my neck.
“You stayed,” he murmured, his voice rumbling in his chest.
“I did.”
I let myself fall into the sensations, the feeling of his hand on my breast, his fingers toying with my nipple…his hips rocking. I’d expected to want to leave—fully anticipated waking up and immediately calculating the distance between here and Millie’s back door and how fast I could cover it without being seen.
But I was here.
Tucked against his chest…feeling perfect. At home. Safe and…
He pinched just tight enough and I let out a whimper. His teeth grazed my throat.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he rasped. “You know that?”
“Thanks.” I pressed back again.Again.“Will you fuck me?”
He chuckled. “Asking nicely, I see.”
“Don’t push your luck.”
His hand slid from my breast down my stomach, lower…lower. When his fingers slid between my folds, I was already wet, making him exhale harshly against my neck.
“Christ.” His fingers stroked me once, slow. “Every time.”
“Sawyer—”
“I know.” He pressed his mouth to the back of my neck. “I know what you want.”
He shifted behind me, positioned himself?—
