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What was she saying? Where was this boldness coming from? This wasn’t her usual behavior when she was with someone. She usually erred on the side of shy, but with Irving…there was something about him that made her want to be a little wild. She had the feeling he would like that, and that made her all the more excited.
Suddenly, he gripped her around the waist and lifted her off her feet. With a surprised cry, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging to him. His lips found hers again, and as he ravaged her mouth, he walked them to her bed. Laying her on the mattress, he followed her down and stretched out over her.
His mouth moved across her cheek and down her throat while he slid his hands to her breasts to cup them. When his thumbs grazed over her nipples, she arched her back with a moan.
“So sensitive,” he rumbled. “That pleases me.”
He lightly pinched the sensitive peaks before dipping his head down to suck one between his lips. Sage bit her lip and fisted the sheets beneath her.
“Oh…oh God.”
“Not quite, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “Though I prefer you scream my name over anyone else’s.”
Sage couldn’t help the giggle that burst from her lips. He grinned up at her before returning his attention to her breast, laving it with attention while his free hand slid down her belly to the juncture between her thighs. His fingers brushed against her hot, wet sex and she whimpered.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he asked in a low, hungry voice. “You must have been in need of a man for so long.”
While it was true it’d been a decent amount of time since she’d been with anyone, Sage was pretty certain her body’s response was entirely his doing. She couldn’t imagine feeling this way with anyone else.
And why is that? How is he having this effect on me?
She couldn’t explain it, but in that moment, she didn’t need to. All that mattered was the feel of his body pressed against hers and the heat in his gaze as he looked up at her.
Holding her eyes, he released her breast from his lips and slowly moved back up her body. His fingers continued to move between her legs, sending electric shots of sensation through her whole body.
“Irving…please…”
“What is it you want, beautiful?” The pressure of his fingers increased ever so slightly. “Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“I…I want…” She jerked against his hand. “Oh…please, I want you inside me. I need it. I need it now.”
“That’s a good girl,” he praised her, removing his hand. She bit back her squeak of protest, but was relieved the next moment when he moved to kneel between her legs.
Sage let her thighs fall open, so consumed by her desire and the heat of her lust that she couldn’t bother to feel any kind of embarrassment or hesitation anymore.
Gripping the base of his erection with one hand, Irving gripped her thigh with the other as he lined himself up with her entrance. Holding her gaze, he began to slowly push inside her.
Sage reached up and grabbed hold of his shoulders as the air rushed from her lungs.
“Oh…oh, yes!” she gasped.
“You’re so tight,” he said through gritted teeth. “So good. Like a dream.”
He slid back out only to push right back in, just a little bit harder than the first time. He repeated the motion again and again until he was pumping in and out of her at a swift and steady pace. Sage was soon lost in the pleasure that he was giving her. She whipped her head back and forth as she cried out and was only silenced when he captured her lips in another searing kiss.
Their breaths mingled as their bodies merged, and she never wanted him to stop while at the same time she grew desperate for the release that she felt building up inside her. When it overtook her at last, she was consumed by it.
She raked her fingers through his hair as shudder after explosive shudder wracked her body until she was on the verge of passing out. Irving’s reactions were similarly intense. His quivering breaths and quaking body made the experience one she would never forget. When he came, his eyes appeared to light up in a way that was almost supernatural.
With minds swimming in serotonin, both Sage and Irving layed next to each other, struggling to compose themselves. The atmosphere was thick with the musk of their passion. At last, Sage slipped away from Irving into a robe. “I’m going to get some water. I’ll bring you a glass,” she informed him. Still recovering from the intense bout of intimacy, Irving moaned in response.
In the kitchen, Sage considered her situation. As incredible as the sexual encounter had been, she felt guilty for hooking up so soon after Mark’s death. While true that she wasn’t an overly grief-stricken widow, the pain of loss still affected her judgement. Emotionally, she wasn’t ready for another relationship, especially not with a man at least ten years her junior. She sighed, as she climbed the stairs, a glass of water in each hand. Irving was an incredibly attractive man. Not only was he unfathomably handsome, he was also kind. Though, he certainly seemed to have his fair share of issues. His obsessive tendencies, in particular, concerned her.
Earlier that night he’d uncontrollably flicked the lights on and off, blowing out the bulb. Not only that, Sage had observed his arithmomania, that is, his fixation with counting. At the Church and Chapel Funeral Home, he’d been disturbed by the number of leftover forms as well as the time on the clock. He’d also insisted on readjusting her earring. It was clear to Sage he had an untreated case of OCD. As much as he intrigued her, she wasn’t ready to get involved.
Upon returning to the bedroom, Sage found Irving fully clothed and lying on her bed with his head hanging upside down over the edge. He scrambled to right himself the moment he noticed her entry. She handed him the glass of water. “I can lend you one of Mark’s shirts to wear, seeing as I completely ruined yours with the tea. Though, I think his clothes will be too big on you.”
Irving stood, draining the glass in a single gulp. “No matter,” he said. “I’m more than capable of stain removal. As I’m sure you can imagine, I often spill blood on myself. Those stains are far more challenging to remove, but I have managed to rid my garb of them on multiple occasions.” Sage chuckled uneasily. Was he referring to his garish work preparing dead bodies? “Anyway, there’s a dinner happening tomorrow evening if you’d like to accompany me. Personally the idea of forcing pleasant conversation with those fanged pricks makes my skin crawl, but, it would please my brothers greatly if they saw me attend with you.”
