Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
I grip her hips and yank her into my lap, feeling like the goddamn luckiest man alive. She lets out the smallest, prettiest sigh, the sweetest moan, and when I catch her eye, she doesn’t blink or turn away. Doesn’t pretend this is anything other than what it is. Fire. Flames. She’s too goddamn hot for me but I’m ready to feel the burn.
“You are the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen,” I say, words getting lost between kisses, getting lost as her lips move against my neck, my chin, my earlobe. “The best fucking thing that ever happened to me.”
She makes this sound, low and rough and incredible like she is letting herself believe it. Like she is losing control and maybe doesn’t care.
“Sage,” I say again. “Come home with me. I want to spend the entire night with you in my bed.”
It’s just us, breathing hard and fast, the universe shrinking down to this moment in time. I know I’m coming on like a tidal wave, but there is no slowing down now. There is no putting the lid on this.
Sage pulls back, panting, a hint of hesitation flickering in those impossibly big eyes. I see it. I read it. I see her desire for me flashing bright and clear.
Her hands find the sides of my face. Her mouth finds mine. “Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, Ian.” Her lips find my skin, and she says it again and again, every way I’ve ever needed to hear it.
My heart goes absolutely wild, sprinting away from my body like it can’t handle the rest of me. I’m grinning and hoisting her up, off the couch, into my arms. “Holy shit,” I laugh. “I’ve been dying for this since the first moment I saw you.”
“Me too,” she admits, grinning right back, helpless and flustered, already pulling me toward the door.
I kiss her hard, turning the knob and my whole fucking life. “I’m never letting you go.”
I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her forever.
The steering wheel is slick from my sweaty palms. If I grip it any tighter, I’m liable to break the damn thing in half. That’s what she does to me, makes me this weird mix of amped-up Superman and wet spaghetti. Her fingers tremble in mine, and I ease up but not by much. “Is this moving too fast for you?” I say, giving her a look that says I’ll die if she puts a halt to things now.
“Yep,” she admits, shy but grinning like crazy. “And I kind of love it.”
Relief flows through me. I press down on the gas pedal harder, needing to get to my house before I pull over and fuck her on the side of the road.
I’m nearly out of control and I don’t care. Not with her right there, smelling like cherry blossom lotion over Sage’s underlying sweet scent. Her lips look kiss-swollen, her hair’s a little mussed, and the way she’s staring at me makes me lose my whole fucking mind.
“This is insane,” she says. “This is all I can think about.”
“Sage,” I tell her. “You’re all I ever think about.”
Her eyes go soft and hazy, and the sound I make isn’t human.
It takes ten minutes to get to my place and those minutes feel like days. I park the truck and run around to help her out, and I’m hauling her to me. Her mouth is soft and willing. “Fuck, I can’t stop,” I groan into her hair, wondering if she can feel how hard I’m shaking. How much I need her, now, yesterday, forever.
She looks at me, blue eyes focused, steady. “Don’t stop.”
We stumble up the front steps, fumbling to get the key into the lock, and finally burst through the door, breathless and eager. My lips explore every inch of skin I can find. First her cheek then down her neck and over her shoulder. The taste of her soft skin flows through me, but it's not nearly enough.
Her laugh lights up every nerve in my body as she grips my shirt with urgency. When I scoop her up, her legs wrap around my waist, and we move together, her curvy body pressed tight against mine. I hold her close, feeling the beat of her heart against my chest, and silently vow I’m never letting her go.
Before I even realize it, we reach the bedroom, and I kick the door shut before laying her across my bed. Her very presence fills the entire space, making it her own.
As her curly blonde hair spreads out across the pillow, the cascade of silk captivates me. Her eyes lock onto mine, intense and probing, as she tries to decipher whether I'm driven by sheer desperation or have lost my mind entirely. If she asked, I'd admit it without hesitation: it's fucking both.
I want her more than I want air. She makes me crazy. I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids, the little curve of her neck, and the delicate softness of her collarbone. “Sage,” I say, over and over, the only word my brain can manage.