Sawyer

“One more song?” Kirilee asks, her hazel eyes glinting in the low lights from the stage. “I promise I’ll make it worth the wait.”

I spin her back to me, her dress flaring, and cradle her hips as we sway to the music. “Yeah? How so. Details, princess.”

She hums, like she’s enjoying making me crazy. “It’s a surprise.”

I’ve been dying to get her alone all night, but I promised myself I’d behave since it’s Ava’s birthday—though Ava and Hutch have mysteriously disappeared, and Sofie and Zach are slow dancing in the corner, touching and kissing like they’re not surrounded by dozens of people.

“We might need a detour on the way home,” I murmur in her ear. The kids are with Molly and Grandma Dora tonight, so I have definitely been dreaming up how best to utilize a night of freedom. We have a new couch, and it’s been a while since we had the kitchen to ourselves.

She combs up the back of my hair, sending heat prickles down my spine. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

I savor her rich cocoa scent and the way our bodies move together. “I love you,” I say, caressing up her arms and planting a soft kiss on her bare shoulder.

Her eyes warm, and she smiles. “I love you so much, Sawyer.”

I kiss her, tugging on her lower lip just a little. With a happy sigh, she kisses me back. The music seems to fade, or maybe it’s just that my thumping pulse makes it hard to hear it.

I spin her so my chest is against her back and kiss the place behind her ear. “Does the surprise have anything to do with what’s underneath this?” Slowly, I skim her waist to the flare of her hips. The fabric of her summer dress isn’t thin enough to give me any hints.

Undressing her is my favorite part of the day. That and bringing her coffee in bed every morning.

“Maybe,” she says, gazing at me over her shoulder with that playful, eager expression that turns me inside out.

I grip her hips as she rocks against me, my mind skipping ahead to everything I’m going to do to her before this night is through. If we don’t get out of here soon, I won’t be able to walk.

“I might have a few surprises for you, too,” I say, nuzzling the back of her ear.

Her gaze turns heated. “You better.”

I spin her back to me and pull her close. “Is that your way of telling me you’d like me to take you home?”

She loops her arms around my neck and kisses me. “Yes, please.”

“Do we need to say goodbye to the others?” I ask.

She glances left, to where Sofie and Zach are in their own little world, then right, to the empty booth Hutch and Ava disappeared from. “I don’t think we’ll be missed.”

Anticipation surges through me as I take her hand and lead her through the crowded dance floor to the exit in the back. Outside, the warm air greets us with a soft breeze that carries notes of sweetness from the fading summer day. We walk hand in hand to my truck, my heart feeling so full. Joyful and bright with hope and so much love for this woman, for this life we’re creating together.

There was a time when I didn’t think good things like this were even possible, that I didn’t deserve the kind of love that grows roots. But Kirilee’s changed all of that.

At my truck, in the narrow corridor between the Dodge and the SUV next to us, we start kissing, making the heat inside me explode. Finally, after sharing her all night, she’s mine. She slips her hands into the pockets of my jeans and tugs me closer, adding more friction exactly where I want it. The warmth from her body radiates through me, bringing on a sharp craving for more.

I stroke slowly up her thighs, the hem of her dress rumpling, past her hips, brushing my thumbs over the lace I am practically ravenous to tear from her body. I trace the edge of the fabric to where it arcs over her ass and disappears. I slide two fingers under the tiny string of fabric back there and give a little tug, making her suck in a breath.

Her tongue flicks with mine, darting past my lips. I shuffle her backward so her back is pressed against the side of the truck.

“Think you can stay quiet?” I ask, tracing the lace to the apex of her thigh, where she’s practically vibrating. 

She whimpers into my mouth. “What if someone comes?”

“Like you?” I can’t help but grin.

“Sawyer,” she groans as I stroke her over the soaking wet scrap of fabric, fluttering my thumb where she’s already tight with need.

She sucks in a gasp and hooks her heel around mine, like she wants me closer.

I dip beneath the fabric, delving her plush pussy with slow, firm strokes.

“So wet, princess,” I say as her breaths hitch in her throat. “You been thinking about how I’ll touch you?”

“All night,” she says, panting.

I slip her panties down her thighs and caress my way back up, moving slowly, circling and stroking with just my fingertips, savoring the look of need in her eyes. She cups the back of my neck and draws me close for a kiss. Her little tongue darts and swirls with mine, lusty and sensual. I stroke her soft pussy, my kisses swallowing her sharp breaths.

When I scissor her clit, she cries out, then tries to bite her lip, but she’s breathing too fast.

“Need a little help?” I ask, gliding two fingers inside her.

Her mouth opens, and her grip on my neck tightens. “I can’t,” she says, her thighs beginning to shake.

I slide her panties down, lowering to help her out of them. I expected something maybe red, given the occasion, or a smoky black, but they’re a pearly white satin with lace trim and a tiny bow at the back.

Fuck. Me.

As I ball them in my fist, I promise myself I’ll admire them properly…later.

I pause to give her one soft stroke of my tongue, and when she gulps a breath, I slide the wad of fabric past her lips.

Her eyes widen in surprise, but the flicker of excitement that comes next tells me she’s too turned on to overthink it. I slide my hand to her throat to keep her steady against the side of the truck while I stroke her with my fingers. She grips my wrist as a look of hunger sharpens on her face. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and she shuts her eyes as she comes apart, her cries muffled by the fabric stuffed in her cheeks and her pulse fluttering so fast in her throat.

I stroke and glide until she goes limp against the side of the truck. I tease the fabric from her mouth and wrap her in my arms.

She gives a soft giggle as I caress up and down her back. “We’re crazy.”

I place a soft kiss to her temple. “The good kind.”

She laughs again and hugs me. “I love you.”

“Love you back,” I say.

After a slow sigh, she reaches for her panties, but I hold them up, out of reach. “Not so fast. You kept me guessing all night. Only fair you should suffer a little.”

She laughs, filling the space with her sweet song. “Two can play this game.”

“Pretty sure you’ll win either way,” I say, and give her another kiss.

“I already did,” she says, kissing me back. “I have you, don’t I?”

My heart flips end over end. I caress down her bare arms and clasp her hands, then tap my nose to hers. “Indeed.”

She sighs. “Take me home, Sawyer, please? I want all of you tonight.”

I wink. “Count on it.”

With a final soft kiss, I help her climb in. I hurry to my side, sending the night sky scattered with bright stars a note of gratitude that this is my life. One I will never take for granted. She is mine to cherish and care for, and I am hers.

Forever.

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