The porch door banged open against the frame as I carried her inside. Her hands worked at my shirt, buttons slipping free under her touch. Mine slid over her hips, tracing the line I’d tried not to notice on the walk up.
I told myself I’d hold back, that tonight had to be different. But with her mouth on mine and her body pressed close, every thought burned away but one:
I wasn’t letting her go.
Not tonight.
The door had barely clicked shut before we landed on the couch, tangled in heat and urgency. Lilly straddled me, her sweatshirt shoved up, exposing her bare breasts, small and perfect in the dim light.
Her yoga pants and thong lay crumpled beside my jeans and shirt on the floor. I enjoyed the sight of her naked body, all curves and shadows, as she positioned herself above me.
"I need you inside me," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
“Hold on a sec. I have rules.” I leaned over and grabbed a foil package from the wallet in my jeans and rolled it on.
I was so hard, aching for her as she guided me to her entrance. The slick heat of her made me groan as she sank down, taking me inch by inch until I was buried deep. Her hips rocked over me, slow at first, then faster, every roll dragging me under.
I gripped her waist, let her set the pace, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. My mouth found her breast, tongue circling her nipple until it hardened against my lips. She arched her back, pushing herself deeper onto me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"God, Sawyer," she moaned, her nails scraping down my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
She rode me like she needed it as bad as I did, hair spilling around her face, eyes locked on mine. I thrust up to meet her, our bodies slapping together in a rhythm that turned fevered, wild—the pressure built at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each movement.
"I'm close," she panted, her inner walls clenching around me.
I reached between us, my thumb finding the spot that made her cry out. Her movements became erratic, desperate.
"Come for me," I growled against her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.
She shattered first, her body seizing around me as she called my name. Watching her coming undone pushed me over the edge, and my head fell back against the cushions with a guttural groan I couldn't hold down.
Release ripped through us, sharp and consuming, leaving her collapsing against my chest, heartbeat slamming in time with mine. For a long stretch, all I could do was hold her there, both of us catching air while the room slowly came back into focus.
This was usually the part where the silence pressed in. Where she’d pull away, or I would. But tonight, neither of us moved.
She lifted her head, strands of hair clinging to her damp forehead, and whispered, almost like a confession, “I don’t like the barrier between us, Sawyer.”
My body went still beneath her.
She searched my face, her eyes steady. “I’m going to call my doctor. Get things taken care of. Next time… I want you bareback.”
The words hit me hard, heat surging all over again—but it wasn’t just lust. It was the weight of what she was giving me. Trust.
“Don’t look so worried,” she added with a faint smile, her thumb brushing along my jaw. “I trust you.”
That single word cracked something open inside me. I hadn’t earned it, not the way I carried my shadows, but she was offering it anyway.
I kissed her temple, rough with emotion I couldn’t name, then cupped the back of her neck. “Stay tonight.”
Her eyes widened a fraction.
“It’s Saturday tomorrow,” I said, my voice steady even though my chest wasn’t. “You can head home in the morning, grab Sunny. We’ll take her for a walk. I’ll bring Grace.”
Her lips parted. Surprise flickered, then softened into something else. “A walk, huh?”
“Daylight,” I said. “Not just the dark.”
Something shifted in her face—her guard lowering, just enough for me to glimpse what was underneath. She nodded. “Okay. But only if I bring a picnic.”
