Page 41 of Fall or Nothing

I laughed wickedly, even as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly. “Who said we only get one round tonight?”

That earned me another growl. He spun me to face the table and whipped my leggings down to my ankles. “Hands on the edge. Don’t move them.” His commanding voice thrilled me as I did as I was told. He pulled out my hips, grinding himself into me.

“Mm. Yes.” I moved with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, titillated by his mounting moans, fucking with our clothes on. If things were this good… how might it be when he was inside of me?

“We need to stop that, or I’ll come in my pants.” His arms circled me. One hand back to flicking my clit, the other tweaking a nipple. His mouth laid kisses and nibbles from my shoulder to collarbone. Everything built so fast inside of me, I could snap any minute.

“Mine. For now. Until I leave this town. No one else,” he whispered in my ear, and cupped my neck possessively. “Hear me?”

“Yes. Yours.” I hated his leaving. But I loved him commandeering my body until it shook, riding an edge I couldn’t back down from. I came for him, loud and moaning, clenched around his fingers.

He brought them to his mouth, tasting, sucking them at my ear. “Mm, baby, knowing how you taste. I’m going to need more.”

“Another time. Right now, I need you inside me.” I flipped back around, reaching for his jeans.

We finished undressing each other in a heated rush—my leggings and panties kicked away, his jeans shoved off, shirt tossed somewhere behind him.

Skin met skin, hot and urgent. Our mouths crashed together again, tongues and teeth and desperate sounds. I wrapped my hand around his bare cock, stroking him root to tip while he reached around, teasing my backside. I normally wouldn’t play there, tempting though with him.

While I was completely lost in the feel of his hard, thick cock pulsing in my grip, I needed more. I pushed him back into the chair. His eyes darkened with want as I climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

I hovered there, teasing the head of his cock against my entrance. “Just the tip, please,” I begged, sliding his head inside before pulling back. And repeated the same move again. And again. Each time adding another inch.

“Sage,” he warned, hands digging into my hips. His breath came in ragged pants.“You’re playing with fire.”

“Then burn me,” I whispered, taking a little more of him before easing off again. “I like the heat you’re giving off.”

“I’m hanging on by a thread.” His head fell back with a groan, the cords of his neck standing out.

I grinned, loving the effect I had on him.

The sight of him beneath me, flushed, breathing hard, and completely at my mercy, was the most powerful thing I’d ever felt. But reality crashed in when I could tell how close I was to taking all of him.

“Sage, stop,” he hissed. He lifted me off him, chest heaving. “Shit. I don’t have a condom. My wallet got stolen, remember?”

I blinked, dazed and aching, with a frustrated laugh. “But Carter… it’s been so long for me. You feel so good.”

“How long?” His hands smoothed up my thighs like he couldn’t stop touching me.

I ducked my head, a shy smile tugging at my lips. “Long enough that I’m not above begging right now. And I’m on the pill.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “See, I just broke things off with my ex right before I came to Montana. I haven’t been tested in some time. Maybe we should slow down.” His eyes met mine, conflicted but kind.

“Or maybe we don’t.” I took his hand and tugged him up, leading him to the bedroom.

Inside, my fluffy bed waited for us, with plenty of pillows and quilts. At the nightstand, I opened the drawer and pulled out a condom from the box.

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re prepared.”

“Leftovers from when Ivy lived here before me. But I keep them around because you never know when the mood might strike and I meet a handsome cowboy at the Sapphire,” I teased, trying to keep things light even as my heart raced.

He stepped close, cupping my face. “Nah. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? You don’t do one-nighters. Maybe you’re too good for me.”

I searched his eyes. “From what I’ve seen, you’re a good guy too.”

“You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

“Then show me who you really are.” I kissed him again, pouring every emotion into it. The desire, the fear of him leaving, and the desperate hope that this could be more than just tonight. That there’d be no other women after me. A fragile dream, perhaps, but a girl could wish. “Please, Carter, show me.”