Chapter 20
TWENTY
Sadie
I hadn’t climbed onto Lockhart’s lap because he’d confessed that he withheld his family’s business and then trusted me with top-secret business information and the guilt was eating me alive. I’d climbed onto his lap because the man filled me with a sexual energy that I hadn’t known was possible.
But I’d be lying if I said the guilt wasn’t present. That when he had been honest about his reasoning, I’d had every chance to come clean, and I couldn’t do it, and that made me feel like the worst person alive. The words just weren’t there. I’d tried to spew them from my lips, and they wouldn’t budge. I just wanted to get this boulder off my chest and share that part of my life, and something wouldn’t let me.
That same something also reinforced that he was the man for me, especially after he shared his feelings. I couldn’t let him go despite what Dear Foodie wanted or what was best for her future—those things didn’t matter.
What mattered was the way I felt about him .
But instead of opening the door of honesty, I’d let the tingles inside me win. I let them send me to my knees, and I’d crawled over his legs and sat on his lap and wrapped my body around his.
And while I brushed myself over his growing hard-on, I said in the softest tone, “And I want this.”
His hands moved to my face, holding me with his strength. A power that I now craved when I wasn’t in his presence. “My dick—that’s what you want, Sadie?”
I kissed his thumb that was near my lips, the wetness between my legs thickening as soon as he’d spoken. “Yes.”
He moaned, “Where do you want it?”
That was a loaded question, considering we’d talked about things I’d never done and how I was going to do them with him.
I didn’t know if that was what he was asking or if he was inquiring about what part of his home I wanted as scenery. In the past, we’d christened his kitchen island and the floor in front of it and his bedroom. There were still so many rooms left.
In case he was asking about the latter, I glanced outside—where the sun had already set, the sky lit with deep magenta and ancient gold hues—and the fresh air began to nag at me.
Tease me.
My skin prickled with desire, just like it had when he fingered me in his car.
“I haven’t been in your hot tub yet,” I said.
When my stare returned to him, his lips were parted, the hunger in his eyes exploding. “You want me to fuck you in that water?”
“Or the pool.”
His gaze dipped to my mouth, and while he studied that area, his thumb ran across both of my lips. “There’s one problem with the water. I don’t think a condom will stay on me. It’ll be so wet that it’ll slip off.”
The tingles were turning to throbs.
Everywhere.
In my chest, in my pussy, racing a wide course from one to the other.
“That’s okay,” I told him.
“Then tell me where you want me.”
I shook my head, and his hands didn’t move.
“No, I mean, it’s okay, you don’t have to wear one.”
His stare intensified, his teeth scraping over his bottom lip. “What are you saying to me, Sadie?”
“I have an IUD. I’m clean. We’re together.” I smiled. “Unless you tell me a reason why I should worry, I don’t think we need a condom.”
“There’s no reason on my end.”
I leaned into his neck, smelling that sexy, warm, woodsy scent. “Take me outside, Lockhart. Hot tub, pool—whatever.”
“Surprise you,” he growled, and he put his head back as I kissed across his throat. “You know, that’s what you’ve done to me tonight.”
My hands flattened against his chest, feeling the hardness of his pecs, the etching as deep as stone. “You weren’t expecting this outcome?”
“To be fucking you without a condom—something I never do? Hell no.”
I sang, “Surprise, surprise.”
He chuckled. “You have too much on.” He released my face and pulled the sweatshirt down my arms, leaving it on the couch beside us. With his hands free, he reached for the bottom of my sports bra and pulled the elastic material over my head.
“Do you need help with—” My voice cut off as he stood, lifting me with him.
He turned us around, my back now to the couch, and he set me on it. While he stayed in front of me, he grabbed the waist of my leggings and peeled them down my legs, bringing my socks along.
“I can’t even get myself naked this fast.”
He grinned, and— oh God —it was such a beautiful sight. “We’ll call it a secret talent that I have.”
As he lifted his T-shirt over his head, I pulled at the buckle of his belt and undid the button and zipper of his jeans, letting them fall down his legs. He stepped out of them, and the only thing left on his body was his boxer briefs, so I tugged on those, watching them drop, and I leaned back to take him in.
That raging hard-on, the rows of abs, his chest that I’d already felt tonight, the bulge of his shoulders, and the veins that ran down his arms—there wasn’t a body more perfect than his.
I just wanted to touch it.
I just wanted to kiss it.
I just wanted to feel it against me.
“Are you out of steam?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Not even close. I’m just appreciating the view.”
He pumped his cock, and my clit began to ache.
“It doesn’t matter how many times I see you like this, it will never be enough.”
His palm ran over the head of his dick. “Every inch of me is yours.” He nodded toward me. “Just like every inch of your gorgeous body is all mine.” He lifted me off the couch, and when my legs circled his waist, he said, “You have no idea how much I fucking dream about you.” His mouth moved close to mine. “And now that nothing will be separating us, I’m going to know just how hot your cunt feels. And just how wet you can get.”
“Stop making me wait.”
“She has demands … ”
“I can’t help it. I want you.”
“Kiss me. Show me how badly you want me.”
As my lips met his, I could feel us moving through the living room, heard the sound of the sliding glass door opening and felt the outside air as it hit my skin. When we went down a few steps, the temperature of the water told me which one he’d chosen.
“You picked cold.” I smiled without shivering.
“Because I’m going to have you so worked up that you’re going to be sweating in a minute. You don’t need the water to do that for you.”
“ Mmm . Good decision.”
He dunked us up to our necks, pushing my back against the center of the wall. It was an infinity style, so it gave the impression as though there were no ends to the pool, that I was just dangling along the side of the canyon.
“How many people see us right now?” I inquired.
His hands rubbed up and down my back. “I suppose anyone looking out their back window with a view of my pool can see us. But I didn’t turn the pool lights on for that reason. With a dark interior finish, they won’t be able to see into the water, they’ll only see our heads. Until it gets pitch-dark outside, and then they won’t be able to see anything without binoculars.”
“And you’re okay with that?” I was testing him.
“I am as long as they can’t see your body. And they won’t be able to, not unless I let you out of my arms—and I have no plans to do that.”
I tightened my grip around his shoulders. “Lockhart doesn’t share—not even visually.”
“No.” His hands surrounded my ass. “What’s mine is mine. And you, Sadie, are so fucking mine.”