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Sawyer only gave her a few moments to appreciate the sight of all that masculinity. In seconds, he was upon her, lifting her onto the bench and parting her thighs. His hardness brushed against her. Perhaps she should have been nervous—it had been ages after all—but she didn’t have the time or the inclination to care. She gripped his arms and urged him on. Damn foreplay—she needed him in her. Right. Now.
Apparently he agreed. He lifted her legs around his hips and shifted forward. Taking her mouth in a deep kiss, he slid into her in one swift, smooth lunge. The sensation of steely flesh invading her made her stiffen and gasp. He swore under his breath and made to retreat but she kept her legs tight around him and her fingers tighter.
“Don’t.” She lifted his head to see his slightly tortured expression. “Don’t leave me.”
“Never,” he said hoarsely.
Hands digging into her rear, he rocked against her, each time pressing harder and faster. The bench beneath her rocked and rattled. As pulsing pleasure rolled through her, she forgot their surroundings. Her world comprised of Sawyer. She tilted her head back and welcomed his mouth on her neck and collarbone. None of his kisses were gentle. The shaky way he pressed his lips to her skin made her heart stretch.
“God, Maddie, you have no idea how long I’ve—” His gruff words were cut off by a crack. “Damn.” The table beneath her lurched.
Before she was aware of what was happening, he’d lifted her and her back connected with the freshly plastered wall. Breath wooshed from her lungs—not from the press of the wall but from how Sawyer surged into her, covering her with his whole body. She clung on tight and gave up any sense of control to him. Her body responded, whatever he did so she contented herself with pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chest and rough jaw as he thrust into her. He picked up the pace and her body began to tighten. Hot pleasure bubbled beneath her skin. Her breathing stalled and blood rushed in her ears.
The temptation to close her eyes and concentrate on her impending climax warred with the need to watch him. If she shut her eyes, she might think it all a dream and she needed to know this was real. Sawyer Steele was between her legs having confessed to still loving her after all these years. It was like a dream—even if she didn’t want to admit she’d dreamed of him.
The cords around the base of his neck tightened. His shoulders grew stiff and his movements erratic. When his fingers dug into her thighs and he released a guttural groan, a blinding climax struck. It washed over her, pulsing for what seemed like endless moments. She somehow managed to cling to him as he pressed into her one, two, three times, then froze.
“Damn, Maddie, protection...”
“Pill,” she managed to murmur.
“Thank God.” Sawyer rocked into her furiously.
She had to watch. She’d never seen anything so beautiful. He tensed and hissed a breath out through his teeth then rested his forehead against hers, still moving gently within her.
Had she really forgotten to discuss protection? That was so unlike her. She’d have to thank Nikki for talking her into going back on the contraceptive pill when Sawyer came back into her life.
“Maddie,” he said, his voice gravelly, “you know I’d do anything for you, don’t you? I’d stay here, you know? I didn’t know if I would when I first came back but...”
Maddie clasped his face. “I love you,” she whispered.
The words were a risk. Yes, he’d said the same but he hadn’t been the one to be abandoned. But she liked saying them. They made her feel bold and full of excitement for the future. Soon, she’d tell him about her lottery winnings and then they could have whatever future they wanted.
“I love you,” she repeated as he pressed his mouth firmly to hers.
Chapter Eleven
Sawyer had to stop to admire Maddie’s rear in tight jeans as she went onto tiptoes to place a book on the top shelf. He eased forward and wrapped his arms about her waist to nuzzle the sensitive spot behind her ear. As promised, she shivered and gave a little squeak of surprise.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, glancing around to see that the shop was empty apart from them.
“There’s something about the smell of books,” he murmured while he dashed kisses over her neck and nipped her lobes. “They always remind me of you.”
“Old and dusty?”
He chuckled and urged her around so he could lift her face and kiss her gently. “It reminds me of when we used to hang out in your bedroom and make out for hours on end. You had that huge bookcase and your room always smelled of books.”
Maddie looped her arms around his neck. “So what you’re saying is the smell of books turns you on?”
He shook his head. “No.Youturn me on.”
He kissed her, deep, hard, passionate, feeling as though it had been years again instead of hours. They’d taken to staying alternate nights at the holiday cottage and at her house. Every night, he got to curl up with her and every morning he woke up to her fuzzy hair and crinkled face. He didn’t want it to end.
Her body softened into him. The musky scent of the books mingled with her floral perfume and heat roared through him. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to want to take her here and now in the middle of the shop.
Sawyer drew back and sucked in a breath. She wavered so he kept her firmly in his hold. “They’ve finished the kitchen,” he spilled out in an attempt to focus his thoughts. Good guys didnotwant to have sex with their girlfriends in public places.
“You came all the way over here to tell me that?”
