Page 137 of Sunrise & Serenity

I pull out, eyes fixed on how my dick glistens with her arousal, then thrust my hips, sliding all the way back home.

Her breathless little moans urge me on. With her ponytail wrapped around my hand, I pull her head back, making her neck arch. And then I fuck into her again and again.

Pleasure so intense it’s almost painful builds at the base of my spine, but I need to take her with me. I reach around her and find her swollen clit, rolling my fingers over it until she’s chanting, “Yes, yes, yes.”

She clenches around me, her voice getting louder, until with one last firm rub, her entire body seizes, and she’s coming, spasming around me again and again.

Fire races along my spine and scorches its way up my shaft. I throw my head back and shout as my release explodes through me in shuddering waves. The grip and release of her inner muscles drags even more pleasure out of me. Even as I’m coming, I pull out, just enough for two thick jets of cum to streak over her opening before I press the head of my cock against her and fuck it back in.

“God, Holden,” she almost sobs. “It’s so good. So good.”

I keep pumping, keep coming, until I’ve poured everything I have into her.

“Sage…” I don’t even know what I want to say, the words tangling somewhere between my chest and my mouth.

With a final jerk of my hips, I drape myself over her, savoring the residual tremors that whisper through both of us. I press kisses to the damp skin at the crook of her neck, to her shoulder blades, her spine, until she’s lax under me. And when I pull out of her, I tug her against me and angle her face up, kissing her, the glide of her tongue calming my pounding heart.

As soon as I can think again, I smooth my hand down over her stomach and cup her pussy. She’s slick with both of us, and knowing she’s full of me sends a fierce possessiveness roaring through my veins.

“Don’t think you’re getting your panties or your shorts back,” I murmur. “I want to know you’re making a mess of my truck on the drive home.”

“Holden,” she hisses. She tries to look scandalized, but the way her lips twitch at the corners gives her away.

I grab my shirt from the step and slip it over her head, then pick her up. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you home.” I carry her around to the passenger door so she doesn’t hurt her feet. Then I go back for her clothes and boots and toss them into the back seat.

Before I start the truck, I drag my gaze over her. She’s draped in my shirt, tousled and messy and so damn beautiful it hurts.

The soft, sated smile she gives me washes over me in a wave. My hand tightens around the steering wheel for a second, then I crank the engine and head toward Wild Ember.

By the time we’ve showered and climbed into bed, she’s warm and sleepy against me, one leg tangled in mine. As her breathing slows, I rest my hand low on her back, palm spread across bare skin as moonlight spills pale through the cabin window.

This whole room smells like her now. Mint, honeysuckle, sex. It’s everywhere.

She shifts against me, pressing a lazy kiss beneath my jaw before settling into my arms as if she knows that’s where she belongs. Dragging my fingers up and down her back, I stare out into the dark trees beyond the window.

Stay.

The word slips into my head, sudden and sharp.

Don’t go back to New York.

Don’t chase a job somewhere else.

Stay here. At the ranch. With me.

For a second, I almost say the words out loud, and a slow trickle of panic works its way through me. Because I’m not sure I could take hearing her say no.

That’s the part that really gets me. Not wanting her, but wanting tomorrow. Next week. Next year. Wanting this to keep going.

She hums against my throat. “Are you okay?”

I brush my lips across the top of her head.

She tilts her face up, studying me through heavy-lidded eyes. “You went quiet.”

I look at her for a long second. Pink mouth swollen from kissing. Hair wrecked from my hands. Instead of answering, I lean in and press my lips to hers.

Kissing’s easier than talking. Always has been.