Page 108 of One Night with Number Nineteen

His face—fuck, it’s beautiful. “Pages,” he whispers, his eyes a little glassy. “I⁠—”

“I know,” I tell him, my heart squeezing hard. “I know.”

We stare at each other for a long moment, a thousand emotions in the air between us, a thousand promises, a hundred unspoken fears.

Complicated and beautiful and more than anything I’ve ever dreamed of.

Then his cock twitches.

And my pussy responds by clenching him tight.

“Now,” we say in unison…

And it’s the last thing we say for a good long while.

Because he’s drawing back and then he’s thrusting, doing it deep and hard and fast—as though both of our bodies think we’ve waited long enough for this and are just giving in to the sprint to the end, the rush to the finish line…

The dash to completion.

And, oh God, it’s there.

Right there.

Big and looming and almost scarily big.

Threatening to incinerate me, to shatter me into a million pieces and scatter them in all directions.

It’s terrifying, so terrifying it’s hard to breathe.

Because I’ll never be able to put all those pieces back together.

I’ll always be missing parts of me, chunks of me, slivers of me⁠—

“I’ve got you,” Sawyer murmurs, cupping my jaw and kissing me lightly, his strokes gentling. “And I’m not letting you go, Pages. Not today.” Another brush of his lips against mine. “Promise.”

“I’m scared,” I whisper.

“I know.” His blue eyes lock onto mine. “I am, too.”

And that, more than anything, is what loosens the sudden knot of terror inside me.

Because I’m not alone in this.

Because he’s right here with me.

I wrap my arms around him, bring my lips to his ear.

“Then let’s be scared together.”

His smile is gentle…but his strokes aren’t, and oh how I’m thankful for that. Worry fades, sensations rule, and then that huge, scary orgasm is upon me—catapulting me over the edge and into peaceful, perfect oblivion.

I’m barely aware of Sawyer’s thrusts going choppy, my name on his lips, his body going taut…and then lax as he collapses on top of me.

Bliss. Nirvana. Pleasure.

All of that.

More.