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He moaned, “You’re too incredible. Too…good. Too…”
She squeezed around him. “You have to move.”
“Give. Me. A. Minute.” He pushed his words through clenched teeth.
She needed friction. With a shove of her hips, they rolled so she was on top. Flinging her hair back, she knelt and rocked her hips. “Yes.”
His fingers dug into her thighs, trying to hold her in place. But she wouldn’t let him. She rose and sank, taking him deep into her body. Her back arched. “Oh, oh, my.”
“More.” Desperation filled his voice.
She slid and slipped. They moaned each other’s names. Her gasps matched his. Sweat dewed her skin. “Faster. Sage, please.”
His thumb and forefinger pinched and abraded her nipple. Everything inside her tensed, prepared. Her movements were frantic. Lights flashed behind her eyes, precursor of another orgasm.
“I…can’t…” They rolled. The motion ignited the fireworks inside her.
“Yes!” He lunged deeper, harder. “So good.”
She clung to him, riding out her ecstasy. Her legs, her arms, her heart, wrapped around him.
He stiffened. The tendons in his neck strained against his skin. He slammed into her one more time. “Carolina!”
Heaven. She swore she heard angels singing.
He collapsed, pinning her to the bed. Their gasps fluttered each other’s hair.
Echoes of her orgasm fired inside. Her breaths finally slowed.
He rolled and they lay face-to-face on their sides. “Wow.”
“Wow,” she repeated. Because sex had never been like this. She couldn’t tell him that. It sounded—pathetic.
He brushed her hair away from her cheek. “I don’t want to scare you, but that was incredible. Amazing.”
Her breath caught in her chest. She was falling too far, too fast. She kept it light. “You’re saying that because I gave you a back rub.”
His fingers tightened on her chin. His green eyes darkened to the color of Georgia pine trees at dusk. “I’m not. I mean it. You mean something to me.”
Her exhale released a puff of air. “I thought I was being crazy to fall so fast. I didn’t want to scare you away.”
He hugged her so tight she couldn’t breathe. And she didn’t care. “Thank goodness.”
She buried her face in his shoulder, not wanting the world to intrude. She didn’t need the covers, he kept her warm and safe. All she needed was him.
“My headache’s gone.” Sage’s voice was full of wonder. “I mean totally gone.”
“Really?”
“This is great!” Sage bounced a kiss on the top of her head. “I should clean up.”
When he left the bed, the cold and despair of her world returned. Being with Sage hadn’t solved her problems. Her mother was still in the hospital. Her half sisters didn’t know who she was. She’d taken a stupid bird for her mother. Even Sage couldn’t stop the return of reality.
But for a few shining moments she’d forgotten. And she’d helped Sage’s headache go away. That was enough.
CHAPTER SIX
CAROLINA SCANNED HER keycard and then held the restaurant door for Derrick.
“Thanks.” He hauled in his keg-cleaning equipment.
“Thank you. The last place I worked, the staff cleaned the lines,” Carolina said. “I’m glad Abby has you come in.”
“So am I.” He winked.
Derrick wasn’t flirting. He was just friendly. He loved showing off pictures of his wife and grandkids.
Abby had asked if she would pick up a few hours of cleaning. Carolina didn’t mind. Another credit card bill had surfaced and she needed the money.
Grabbing a step stool, she pulled the liquor bottles off the shelves. Humming a Taylor Swift song, she cleaned the mirrors, lights and shelving. She morphed from Taylor into McGraw’s “Live Like You Were Dying,” sang a little Janis Joplin and then classic Gershwin as she dusted bottles. It might be mindless work, but she loved making things shine.
“‘Sometimes I feel like a motherless child, a long wa-ay from home,’” she belted out, enjoying the acoustics of the empty restaurant. “‘A long wa-ay from home.’”
Someone clapped, loud and long.
She jerked. The stool wobbled and she clutched at the shelf.
“That was gorgeous.” Abby sat at one of the tables, looking like she’d been there a while.
Carolina pressed on her pounding heart. “I thought I was alone. I mean, other than Derrick.”
“I’ve been enjoying the show for the last three songs.” Abby moved to the bar and set her arms on the counter, frowning. “You’re good.”
