Page 94 of Sparks Fly

The way she looked down at me made my stomach flip.

Her expression had changed. Still soft, but focused now. Intent.

“Did you wake up needy, pretty girl?” she murmured, her voice low and warm, her hand sliding up my side. “Already like this for me.”

I nodded, breath catching. “Uh huh,” I said, my voice soft and wrecked. “So needy for you. Want to come with you so bad.”

Her mouth curved slightly. “I think we can make that happen, baby.”

Her mouth followed that promise.

She kissed along my jaw first, then down my neck, slow and deliberate, warmth blooming everywhere she touched. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into it, into the feeling of being seen and wanted all at once.

Her hips kept moving against mine, both of us so wet, the slow slide of her body against mine steady, intentional, keeping that same perfect pressure.

“So responsive,” she whispered against my skin. “Every little thing I do…”

Her hand slid between my thighs and found exactly how ready I already was.

The breath left my lungs in a rush. “Fuck—Sawyer,” I breathed, my voice breaking around her name. “So good.”

“I know,” she murmured softly. “I’ve got you, baby.”

She didn’t rush.

She never did.

Her touch stayed steady and confident while I clung to her shoulders, to her, to the quiet sound of her voice as she spoke, her lips brushing my skin between words.

“Feel me,” she whispered. “Stay right here… just like that.”

Everything started to narrow.

Heat. Pressure. The steady rhythm of her against me.

“I want you to come with me,” she murmured, her voice softer now, closer. “Okay?”

“Please,” I breathed, my fingers tightening against her. “I want that. I want you.”

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Stay with me… don’t rush it.”

The moment stretched, tightening, pulling us closer to the same edge.

I could feel it building, sharp and bright, my body already starting to shake beneath her. My hips moved without thinking, matching hers, chasing that same perfect pressure, that same steady rhythm she kept holding me in.

“Right there,” I gasped, my voice breaking. “Don’t—please,” I breathed. “I’m so close, baby.”

“That’s my good girl,” she murmured, her forehead dropping to mine, her breath warm against my lips. “You ready to come with me?”

“Please,” I whispered. “Yes… please.”

She ground down harder into me, and I felt it—her body tightening with mine, the shift sending everything higher, faster.

“Fuck, Addie,” she breathed. “Come with me, baby… just like that.”

Her hand tightened on my hip, holding me right where she wanted me, her body pressing into mine with just enough pressure to push me over.

Everything narrowed.