CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX #2
He kissed me before I could finish, his hand cupping my face. The kiss was slow at first, gentle, but it quickly deepened. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming, possessive, and I melted into him.
When we broke apart, we were both breathing hard.
"I've been thinking about this all day," he admitted, his voice rough. "During the press conference. After. Watching you with Casey. All I could think about was getting you alone. Touching you. Showing you exactly how I feel."
Heat flooded through me. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." His hand slid down my side, settling on my hip. "Is that okay?"
"More than okay." I shifted, straddling his lap, feeling the hard length of him already pressing against me through our jeans. "I want you, Easton. Right here. Under the stars."
He groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "Fuck, Sadie. You're going to be the death of me."
"Good thing you're in excellent shape," I teased, rolling my hips against him.
His response was to capture my mouth in another searing kiss, hands already working at the hem of my shirt. But this time, he slowed down, pulling back enough to look at me in the starlight.
"I want to take my time with you," he said, voice dropping to that commanding tone I'd first heard at Sassy's. "No rush. Just you and me and all night if we need it." The promise in his words made heat pool low in my belly.
"Easton…"
"Shhh." His fingers traced my jaw, then down my neck. "Let me worship you properly this time."
He helped me out of my coat first, folding it carefully and setting it aside. Then my shirt, pulling it over my head with a deliberate slowness that made anticipation coil tighter in my core. When his hands went to my bra, he paused.
"This is your last chance to say no," he said, eyes locked on mine. "Because once I get you naked under these stars, I'm not stopping until you've come at least twice."
"Only twice?" I challenged, breathless.
His grin was wicked. "We'll see how ambitious you're feeling."
He unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my arms and tossing it aside. The November air hit my bare skin, making my nipples tighten immediately. Easton's eyes darkened as he looked at me.
"Christ, Sadie." His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. "I've thought about these constantly. The way you looked at Sassy's when I first saw you. The way you responded when I touched you."
"I didn't know it was you," I breathed.
"But your body did." He leaned forward, his mouth hovering just above my right nipple. "Didn't it? Your body knew exactly who was touching you."
Before I could answer, his mouth closed over my nipple, hot and wet, his tongue circling before he sucked hard. I gasped, my hands flying to his hair, holding him against me.
"Easton…!"
He switched to the other breast, his teeth grazing the peak before soothing it with his tongue. The dual sensations of sharp and sweet made me writhe in his lap. I could feel him hard beneath me, straining against his jeans, and I rolled my hips deliberately.
"Fuck," he groaned against my skin. "You're killing me."
"Good." I reached for the hem of his shirt. "Then we're even. Take this off."
He obliged, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion. I'd seen him shirtless before, but this was different. This was mine to touch, to explore, to claim.
I ran my hands over his chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle. My fingers found his nipples, and when I circled them the way he'd done to me, his breath hitched.
"Sadie—"
"My turn," I said, leaning forward to press my lips to his collarbone. I traced kisses down his chest, my tongue darting out to taste his skin. Salt and man and Easton. When I sucked his nipple into my mouth, his hips bucked beneath me.
"Okay," he said, voice strained. "Point made."
"Am I killing you yet?"
"Getting there." His hands moved to the button of my jeans. "But I need these off. Now."
I lifted enough for him to work my jeans down my hips, taking my panties with them. The cool air hit my overheated skin as he stripped me completely, leaving me naked in his lap with only the blanket beneath us and the stars above.
"Look at you," he breathed, his hands running up my thighs, spreading them wider. "Naked under the stars. Wet for me. Fucking perfect."
His fingers traced through my folds, and I was embarrassingly wet. He groaned as he explored, circling my clit without quite touching it, dipping just barely inside me before pulling back.
"Easton, please…"
"Tell me what you want." His voice held an edge of command. "Use your words."
"Touch me. Inside. I need…" I couldn't finish, my hips rocking against his hand.
"You need what?" He slid one finger inside me, just to the first knuckle, making me whimper. "This?"
"More."
He added a second finger, sliding deeper this time, and I clenched around him. "Like this?"
"Yes, God, yes."
He established a slow rhythm with thorough thrusts that had me gasping. His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles at a snail’s pace that made pleasure coil tighter with each pass.
"You're so tight," he said, watching my face as I moved against his hand. "So wet. Were you thinking about this today? About me touching you?"
"Yes," I gasped. "During the press conference. After. Every time you looked at me in the camera. I…"
"You what?"
"Wanted you. Wanted this."
"Good girl." The praise made me clench around his fingers. "I could feel you staring at me during the conference. Wondering if I'd touch you later. If I'd make you come."
His fingers curved, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur. Combined with his thumb on my clit, I was climbing fast.
"That's it," he encouraged, his free hand cupping my breast, thumb brushing my nipple. "Take what you need. Ride my hand."
I did shamelessly, chasing the pleasure building in my core. His fingers worked faster, harder, his thumb pressing circles that had me trembling.
"Easton, I'm going to—"
"Not yet." He withdrew his hand completely, making me cry out in frustration. "I told you. When you come, I want to be inside you."
"Then get inside me," I demanded, reaching for his belt.
He helped me, lifting his hips so I could work his jeans and boxers down. His cock sprang free, the head already glistening. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip.
"Fuck, Sadie." His head fell back, throat exposed. "Just like that."
I stroked him again, learning the weight and feel of him in my palm. He was hot and hard, and when I swiped my thumb over the tip, his hips jerked.
“Inside me,” I said again. “Now, Easton. I need you.”
He didn’t need more convincing. His hands gripped my hips, positioning me over him. I could feel the head of his cock at my entrance, and we both held our breath as I sank down onto him inch by inch.
“Oh God,” I moaned when he was fully seated inside me. The stretch, the fullness—it stole my breath.
"You okay?" His voice was strained, every muscle taut with the effort of holding still.
"Better than okay." I rolled my hips experimentally, and we both groaned. "Perfect. You feel perfect."
"Yeah, you do." His hands guided my hips, showing me the rhythm he wanted. "Ride me, Sadie. Take what you need."
I did, moving slowly at first, then faster as confidence built. With his hands on my hips, his cock hit exactly the right spot with each roll of my hips. It was almost too much.
"Look at you," he said, voice rough with desire. "Taking me so well. Using me for your pleasure. You're so fucking beautiful like this."
"Easton!"
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "I want to watch you make yourself come on my cock."
My hand moved between us, finding my clit. The added stimulation, combined with the fullness inside my body, had me climbing fast.
"That's it, baby." One of his hands moved to my breast, thumb brushing my nipple. "Come for me. I want to feel you."
The orgasm built and built, pleasure coiling tighter until I couldn't hold back. I shattered, crying out into the night sky as my body clenched around him.
"Fuck yes," he groaned. "Just like that."
Before I could catch my breath, he shifted, and suddenly I was on my back on the blanket with him above me, still buried inside me.
"My turn," he said, pulling back and thrusting in hard.
"Because I need to fuck you properly now.
" And he did. His hips slammed into mine with powerful, controlled thrusts that made my whole body move with the force.
The blanket cushioned us from the hard ground, but I could still feel the solid earth beneath me.
"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, face buried in my neck. "So wet. So tight. Like you were made for me."
"Yes," I gasped, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Harder, Easton. I can take it."
He obliged, pace increasing until the only sounds were our breathing, the slap of skin on skin, and my increasingly desperate moans. His hand slipped between us, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles.
"I want you to come again," he said, voice strained. "Come on my cock while I'm buried inside you. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, oh God, yes!"
"Good girl." His fingers moved faster, his hips never losing rhythm. "Let go. I've got you."
The second orgasm hit even harder than the first, my entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out his name into the night sky, my nails digging into his shoulders.
"Fuck, Sadie…" His rhythm faltered as my body clenched around him. "I'm—"
"Come inside me," I gasped. "I want to feel it."
He thrust twice more, then buried himself deep with a guttural moan, his body going rigid as he came. I felt him pulsing inside me, filling me, and it triggered another wave of aftershocks that made us both shudder.
For a long moment, we just breathed together. His weight pressing me into the blanket, his heart racing against mine, both of us trembling with the intensity of what we'd just shared.
"You okay?" he finally asked, lifting his head to look at me.
"Better than okay." I reached up to brush his hair back from his forehead. "I'm… happy. Actually, genuinely happy."
His smile was soft in the starlight. "Good. You deserve to be happy, Sadie. Even when you don't believe it."
"I'm starting to believe it." I pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart. "You're making it hard not to."
He shifted, pulling out gently and helping me sit up. The cold air hit my overheated skin, and I shivered. Immediately, he was wrapping the blanket around us both, tucking me against his side.
"Sorry," he said, pressing a kiss to my temple. "Should have thought about the cold."
"Worth it," I assured him, snuggling into his warmth. "Under the stars? That was… perfect."
"Yeah, it was." He was quiet for a moment, then: "Sadie, I meant what I said earlier. This is forever for me. You and Casey. This is what I want."
My throat tightened with emotion. "Me too. I want this. All of it."
He was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking my hair. "Move in with me."
I pulled back to look at him. "What?"
"Move in with me. You and Casey." His voice was sure, steady.
"My condo has plenty of space. Better security.
A doorman who actually looks like Santa Claus, according to Monique.
" A small smile tugged at his lips. "Casey's been asking about it for days.
And I'm tired of only seeing you both in pieces of time.
I want you there. Both of you. Every day. "
"Easton, that's… that's huge."
"I know. But I'm all in, Sadie. I just told you. This is forever for me. So, move in with me. Let's be a family."
My heart was pounding. This was everything I'd been too scared to want. Everything I'd convinced myself I didn't deserve.
"Okay," I said.
His eyes widened. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." I managed a smile through the tears that were suddenly threatening. "Let's do it. Let's be a family."
He kissed me again, deep and claiming, and when we broke apart, we were both grinning like idiots.
We stayed at the lookout until the cold became unbearable, wrapped in each other and blankets, and the certainty that whatever came next, we'd face it together. No more secrets. No more choosing careers over family. No more wondering what if.
Just us. Forever.