Chapter 6
BARRETT
This woman has the power to destroy me. It's only been hours since she first appeared in my life, but I already know there's no going back. That moment in the woods was a shift in my world. One I never saw coming.
I've been afraid before. Been in the middle of battles with bullets flying by, explosions going off, and I was able to push through. To accomplish the job I was there to do. I'm not too proud to admit I was scared in some of those moments.
This, though, is a different level. The fear that I've found the woman I'll love forever, only to have her walk away, back into the life she was leading before we found each other.
Instead of focusing on what things could look like without her, I give myself over to the moment. Drowning in her kiss, in the feel of her on my lap, the little noises she makes that shoot right to my cock.
"I can kiss you all night, Sage. All damn night."
She pulls back, eyes shining in the light from the moon and stars above, and her pretty, swollen lips curve up in a smile. "Or we could do more. If you want."
There's no way she can't feel how hard I am with her pressed against me.
"Oh, sweetheart, I want. But this is about you. Tonight, every night, it's about what you want. If that's me taking you inside and giving you so much pleasure that you beg for more, I'm in."
"That sounds perfect to me."
I don't need to hear more. Holding her close, I slide off the top of the rock and down onto the ground.
It takes every ounce of control I have to walk across the clearing and back into the cabin.
With a quick kick, I close the door behind us and bypass the couch we've spent the night on, talking and getting to know each other. We're past that now.
I stalk into my bedroom, the curvy beauty I never allowed myself to even dream about cradled in my arms and lay her down on my bed. Working in tandem, we strip our clothes off each other, and the sight of her naked takes my breath away.
"You're gorgeous, Sage. So beautiful." Emotion wells up in me, and I can't find the words to express the depth of what I'm feeling, so I pour it all into my kiss.
We're skin against skin, our mouths aligned like we need each other to breathe, and maybe that's true.
Because I can't envision a life without Sage in it now.
"I need you," she gasps when we break apart, and I plan to give her everything she wants. And if that gives me the taste of her that I need too, so much the better.
Kissing my way down her body, I savor every little gasp and whimper I pull from her. Every sound is like an arc of electricity, shooting straight through me, and I want to hear them for the rest of my life.
Her breasts are full, filling my large hands, and she cries out when I give them a squeeze and nip at them.
My teeth graze over her nipples, and I soothe the sting with my tongue.
I lavish attention on her, then work my way over her belly, swirling my tongue into her perfect belly button, before I press my face to her core.
"You're so sweet." I grow even harder seeing the shine of her desire evident at her core. "So beautiful."
I give in to my urge to taste her and drag my tongue over her slit. Sage bucks up toward my mouth, a cry breaking free from her throat, and I chuckle against her. She trembles, her hands winding into the strands of my hair, and I feel victorious.
"You're delicious." I lick once more, darting my tongue into her entrance, and then suck her sensitive clit into my mouth.
With a strangled moan, Sage shivers, and I grin with triumph as I hum against her.
Sliding one finger inside, I test how ready she is for me.
So wet, so tight, and I add a second finger, stretching her for what comes next.
Sage gasps out my name when I hook my fingers inside her, finding that spot on her inner wall that has her clamping down tight, shouting out her pleasure. That sound will live forever in my mind. Right alongside the taste of her. The feeling of her beneath me. Surrounding me. All of it.
As she comes down, I crawl up, aligning myself with her core, and locking my eyes with hers.
"If that's all you want tonight, love, I can wait for more. I don't have any condoms and I don't want you to feel pressured into anything."
Sage gazes back at me, eyes full of something that looks a lot like love.
"I trust you, Barrett. And I've been on birth control for years."
The chance to know what it feels like to be inside her with no barriers almost breaks me. I focus instead on making this feel amazing for her.
She pulls me down for a kiss, her tongue tangling with mine, her teeth grazing my lip, and my plan to go slow evaporates. I thrust inside and we both moan at the feeling.
"You feel so good, Sage. So good." It's an understatement, but I can't think of anything else to say. Nothing that will accurately describe the perfection of being inside her.
Sage whispers my name and it urges me on. I give her another second to adjust to my size before I pull back and then push forward once more.
"Yes, please. More." She pants and arches her hips up, giving me a different angle, and this time, when I stroke forward, I go deep.
Hitting the very end of her, buried as far as I can go.
Her body clamps down around me and I grit my teeth because that simple reaction from her body is enough to make me come right there.
But this amazing woman deserves more.
She deserves every ounce of pleasure I can give her.
I set a rhythm, one that threatens to push me to the very brink, but my focus is only on Sage. On what makes her shake in my arms, or beg for more, and when her walls clamp down so tight on my cock, I see stars, I slide my thumb over her clit and press down as I drive in deep.
She cries out, my name spilling from her lips as she breaks apart beneath me, pleasure riding through her, and it's only then that I stop holding back and move even faster, sliding in as deep as I can with every thrust.
Until the pleasure is almost painful, coiled tight at the base of my spine until it rushes up, spilling out of me as I fill this woman I love with everything I have.
Sage pulls me down on top of her as I empty myself and it's her embrace that keeps me grounded to this moment.
To her and the connection that exists between us.
One I can't bear to lose.