Page 90 of Sterling Heat

“Access to my roof.” I wink before holding out my hand. “After you.”

“Rooftop viewing of the fireworks?”

I don’t respond, anxious once again, but her expression softens while her gaze fixes on my face. “You really are romantic, little brother.”

She laughs quietly but just as pleasantly as she’d been doing all night with Knox and me. She almost glows from a good night that I hope gets even better.

“Up you go,” I joke, swatting her ass.

She jolts forward, glaring at me without an ounce of irritation. Then I’m watching her climb up the roof access ladder and licking my lips at her long legs and short shorts disappearing above me. I’m quick to follow her, only she stops short as she breaches the roof.

“Sebastian.” Her voice cracks as she stares at the spread on the rooftop. Blankets and pillows, and a few candles that will soon flicker in the evening breeze.

Maybe the setup is romantic. Maybe it’s cheesy. But the tenderness in Enya’s expression when she looks at me is exactly what I was hoping for. I’d build a thousand nests just like this to see her look at me the way she is right now. With awe. And gratitude. But something deeper. Something I’m risking to hope for.

Love.

“Shall we?” I nod at the setting, and Enya leads the way. As she folds down to the blankets, I light the candles, then I join her. The night is still warm, but Enya pulls a sheet over her legs. She rests on her hands, as she tips back her head and stares at the stars.

“It’s so beautiful here. That’s one reason I fell in love with Sterling Falls.”

“Yeah.” I glance upward. “Sometimes I forget how beautiful it can be.” Then, I look at her. Her hair hangs back like a delicate scarf, blowing in the breeze. Her face is illuminated by the candles, but her eyes are the main attraction. Firelight dances in those dark orbs. She’s the beauty in this town.

She turns to face me and cups my face. “Thank you for this.” The first kiss is gentle—sweet appreciation—but quickly, the meeting of our mouths returns to the passion of our earlier interrupted moment. Enya pushes me to my back and climbs over me. Straddling my hips, she breaks free of my mouth and sits upright. Her palms coast over my chest before she reaches for the hem of her tee and tugs it over her head.

“Sugar,” I growl, desperate for her while enjoying the show. This woman is taking over and I’m not about to stop her.

“I’m not ready to remove this.” She waves before her bra. “But soon.”

“Soon,” I groan, rubbing my hands up her belly and cupping the bottom of each heavy swell in the crook of my thumb and forefinger. “God, Enya, I want to fuck you right here.” I press her breasts together, plumping them up and emphasizing her cleavage. I can’t wait for the day these luscious swells become mine. For now, there are other parts of her to explore.

Quickly, I sit upright and tug at my own shirt, pulling it over my head from the back of my collar.

Seated on my lap, Enya sighs. “Why is that so freakin’ hot?”

“Removing my shirt is hot?” I give her a smirk.

“You know damn well you’re sexy, Sebastian Sylver.”

I shrug. “Still nice to hear from an equally sexy woman.” I tip my head to kiss her again, savoring the sweetness of her tongue and warmth of her lips. Then, I flip her to her back, and she lets out a little squeal.

With our eyes locked, we say unspoken things. Tonight is the night. Scooting back to my heels, I unbutton her shorts and tug both her underwear and shorts off her legs. Undressing her is like unwrapping a present. A present I never expected to receive, but I’m so excited this gift is for me.

“You’re so beautiful.” My voice cracks, awed by her beauty and how she’s letting me get her naked, exposing all her stunning glory to me.

With all barriers gone, I lower between her thighs and taste where she’s sweet and musky. The perfect combination gets me high on her every time. With my tongue swirling around her sacred spot, her body quenches a thirst I didn’t know I had. Soon, she’s panting, whimpering for me to give her more. When I pull away, she cries out. However, I want to feel her release around me. I want her to unleash and let go with me buried inside her.

With shaky fingers, I remove my belt and lower my jeans. It’s not like I haven’t slept with women, but I’ve never slept with an Enya. And that makes this moment special, holy, like it’s a first-time thing.

She is a first for me.

Naked, I stand over her and roll on a condom. Watching me, she drinks me in, just as thirsty for me. When I lower down to the blankets, her legs spread, and I nestle between her thighs.

The hardness of my shaft hits the softness of her wet heat, and we both hiss at the sensation. I could die right here, a happy man.

“I’m nervous,” she anxiously giggles, and I brush back her hair, cupping her face as I brace on my elbows.

Timidly, I chuckle. “Me too.” My voice is rough, husky even. “I don’t want to hurt you. I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ll go slow.”