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Sooner or later, you’ll run out of fight.
“No,” I cry out under my breath. Shaking my head, I refuse to entertain my mother’s words. I will never stop fighting because Saxon has given me so much to fight for.
“When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew.” Time stands still for so many reasons, but at the forefront is the certainty that a deep, gravelly tenor just recited Shakespeare to me.
Life wouldn’t be this cruel and let me imagine something so real, so with a measured cadence, I turn slowly. The moon goes into hiding, almost afraid of what it might bear witness to. I blink once, terrified the vision before me will disperse into thin air because I’ve never seen a more poetic sight than I do right now.
Saxon recited Shakespeare moments before we shared our first kiss—he’s always known the way to my heart.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“… Saxon?” I need to make sure he’s really here. But there is no mistaking that lopsided smirk tugging at those sinful, smooth lips. “What are you doing here?” I’m far from articulate, but with this sensory overload, I fear my brain might short-circuit at any moment.
He shuffles his motorcycle boots, digging his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “I’m here because a piece of my heart was missing, and I want it back.”
Has his voice always been this decadent? Probably. When he ambles toward me, oozing pure masculinity and strength, I wonder if he’s always been sex on legs. Most definitely.
I watch with wide eyes. “I’m right here. Come and take it back.” It’s a command, one he is clearly happy to obey.
“Oh, I plan to.” He continues his walk as the moon peeks its head out from behind the clouds, illuminating Saxon in all his glory. He is a vision, and I can’t consume him fast enough.
He’s on me in seconds, threading his large hands through my hair and drawing our foreheads together. His warm breath is like an adrenaline punch to my core and a guttural whimper escapes me. My body hums with ecstasy, finally feeling complete.
“Lucy…” He inhales me into him. Every nerve ending is on fire, and I’m certain I’m seconds away from melting. He takes his time, savoring me, storing me in memory as I do the same with him.
I want nothing more than for him to kiss me, but this simplicity of just drinking each other in is far more sensual than anything I could ever imagine. He brushes his nose against mine, tightening the hold on my hair. I want to say so many things, but nothing could ever sum up what I’m feeling right now.
With a sluggish pulse, Saxon drops to his knees and wraps his arms around my waist. He presses his cheek to my stomach. The sight of his surrender is my undoing. I wind my fingers through his tousled hair and relish in the touch. “I missed you…so much.”
He hums, nestling closer to me. “I missed you too. Is everything all right? I saw you running from the house.”
“It is now,” I whisper.
He tilts his head back, peering up at me from under his delicate lashes. “Come with me?”
“I’ll go anywhere with you.” And I mean it. He smiles as he stands.
Looping his fingers through mine, he leads me into the barn. The moment my eyes adjust to the dim lighting from the rustic sconces, memories of being in here with Saxon assault me, and I inhale slowly.
The heat from his towering body warms mine as he presses his chest against my back. He leans over my shoulder and gently delivers three kisses to the side of my neck. Once he reaches my pulse, he suckles softly. Unable to help myself, I lean my head back and lose myself in this consciousness of complete ecstasy.
He smells like heaven, he smells like home, and whatever insecurities I had scatter in the wind. Saxon has shown me who I want to be, but more importantly, I want to be with him because he’s a part of me. Now that he’s here, I will never let him go again.
With that as my driving force, I spin around, needing to feel every part of him imprinted on my very core. We don’t need words because our bodies are in step with the other, a perfect yin to my yang. I stand on tippy toes, smashing my lips to his. The moment I taste him, I lose whatever sense of control guides me, and I devour him.
He hums into my mouth, his desire filling my lungs, stoking the fire within. Lacing my fingers through his long hair, I can’t consume him fast enough. His tongue seeks refuge, and I permit him entry to dominate and control.
His heavy scruff abrades my skin, but the burn adds to the pleasure building within. He licks the seam of my lips, sampling my flavor. I can’t believe I lived without his kisses for so long. Fisting the curls at his nape, I press us chest to chest, needing to feel him in the flesh. Saxon reads my desire, and with one fluid movement, he scoops me into his arms. I wrap my legs around him, holding on tight as he walks us through the barn.
Our kisses grow frenzied, and when he lowers me onto the bales of hay, I can’t get his shirt off fast enough. We separate only long enough to strip him topless before we reconnect in a flurry of hands and a summit of passion. Saxon snares the hem of my dress, making his intentions clear a second later when he strips me bare.
He hisses, rocking back on his heels as he studies me from head to toe. Without reservation, I reach around to unhook my bra. As my breasts fall free, a growl slips past Saxon’s supple lips. He unfastens the top button of his jeans, the sight a wicked delight.
His sun-kissed skin ripples, and I itch to trace every hardened plane with my tongue. Each tattoo comes to life, and when I zero in on my favorite one of all, I recall all the moments we lived through to end up at this exact moment in time.
He runs a hand through his hair, eyes locked on mine. “I love you.” It’s a vow, one which warms my heart.
“I love you, too. Promise me you won’t let me go again.” This has many meanings, and I leave it open to interpretation.
