Love Me Reckless (Love Me Dangerous #2)

Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

SAWYER

I should slow the fuck down. Make everything last. Be gentle and sweet.

But it’s not like that for me. After months of wanting her, I’m too hungry, too wild.

And I think there’s a wild part of her ready to unlock too.

It’s impossible not to want to claim it as mine.

The thick fabric of her wedding dress beneath my knees might as well be a bed of coals, burning my flesh, but I relish the pain.

She’s finally free, and I’m not about to waste one moment of it.

I’ll start by ruining this dress, and then I’m going to fuck that ring right off her finger.

Her body gives a little quiver as I caress down the back of her thighs and grip her right where I need her. I kiss her soft pussy.

She gives a jolt of surprise. “You’re not serious.”

I don’t bother answering. Instead, I caress up her spine, urging her to bend forward. Fuck, she’s perfect back here. I need more.

Kirilee sucks in a tight gasp.

The longing to take my time with her flashes through me again, but there’s zero chance of that happening. Kirilee gives a little whimper, which might as well be rocket fuel to the cravings coiling deep inside me. I glide and tease as the pitch of her breaths tightens and her body starts to tremble.

She tastes fucking incredible.

“Ohh,” she whimpers. “Sawyer, that’s… oh… so good… ”

Her core tightens and she arches her body to get me closer.

I love how she’s trusting me like this. Submitting so beautifully to her desires. I make a silent pledge to never hold her back, never stop her from soaring.

I caress up to her breast and hold her there while I rock and glide, totally consumed by the plush feel of her against me and the rush of pleasure we’re sharing. I want to give her so much in this moment. My focus, my desire, my heart. Everything.

Kirilee comes hard in a series of sharp cries, tremors rattling through her body.

My hunger explodes.

I ride the waves of her release until she drops her head to the back of the chair, panting.

“Sawyer, oh my god.”

I take my time kissing my way up her body while she recovers, then wrap my arms around her middle and squeeze her tight. I want this moment imprinted on me like a brand so I never forget it.

She gives a soft laugh, sounding so carefree. I savor the way her back feels against my chest and the way she wraps her arms around mine, like she needs me closer.

“Come here, sweetheart,” I say, and gently lift her into my arms.

She sighs, gazing up at me with such tenderness that I lean down to kiss her softly.

I carry her down the hall, toward the bedroom. Kirilee glances over her shoulder toward our destination, giving me a moment to catch her face in profile. The slender nose and the freckles dusting her cheeks. Her inquisitive green eyes framed by delicate lashes.

I love looking at her like this, when she’s relaxed, herself. Not performing for anyone or living up to someone else’s ideal .

After shoving the door open with my foot, I open the thick comforter to lay her down then flick on the bedside table lamp.

I climb into bed and roll her to me, then pull the comforter over us. The touch of her skin on mine and the warmth between us is exactly what I need, and I stroke up and down her back, my calloused palms tracing each dip and rise.

Kirilee curls against me, her hands on my shoulders, and releases a slow sigh. I take my time caressing her, letting our bodies warm the space beneath the blanket. I comb through her silky hair. My fingers catch on the pins keeping it gathered, so I pull them free one by one, until her hair is falling in long waves across my chest.

On the easy chair in the corner is the duffel Zach brought for me, and on top of the dresser is Kirilee’s bag from the lodge, brought by her friends. The memory of Zach’s firm “Go” when we both read Sofie’s text in that stuffy room flashes in my mind. Did he see today’s events coming? Did her friends? I tell myself there will be time for those questions later, so put them out of my head—before they mess with me.

I caress her soft, round ass and tug her against me, sending a painful throb from my erection deep into my core. Her thighs tense, trapping me tighter against her body.

“Still impatient?” she asks, smiling into my chest.

“Not sure that’s ever going to change.”

She caresses down my body, her fingers brushing over my briefs.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask.

She glances up at me, her green eyes sparkling in the soft glow from the lamp. “I might be impatient too.”

I caress the side of her face and tuck a stray curl behind her ear. “Impatient for what, exactly? I need details.”

She laughs in that carefree way again, her shoulders hitching up. “For all the things you’re going to do to me, of course.”

I caress down her lower back, my middle fingers gliding past her backdoor to her pussy, making her thighs jolt. “All the things, huh?”

She slips her hand under the waistband of my briefs and strokes me. Her delicate fingers are so soft. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, and I instantly want more.

“Yeah.” Her tone comes out husky, sensual.

Well, hell. “Do you want to talk about it first?”

She levels me with the most wicked look. “No.”

I slip off my briefs and kick them to the bottom of the covers.

“Do you?” she asks, caressing past my bare hip, then back up. Making it impossible to think straight.

“Maybe we can talk later,” I manage, rolling up to kiss her.

Her thick lashes flutter closed as our lips meet. I cradle the back of her neck and savor the softness of her little tongue dancing with mine while she caresses down my stomach. The instant she touches me, my dick gives an impatient throb, and I hiss a breath.

Her fingers are like satin, and so delicate. I so badly need more. I cover her hand to tighten her grip. She sucks in a little breath of surprise but doesn’t pull away. I kiss her hungrily, my tongue swirling with hers as we pump up and down together, her hand trapped in mine.

It’s still not enough. I need to be inside her. Gently, I lift her hand and roll her to her back, pinning her hand above her head so I can kiss her fully while caressing down her body.

“Stay right there,” I say.

She gives me a curious glance. “Why?”

Fuck, she’s going to drive me crazy. I reach down her thigh and slip off the blue garter, then make a slip knot through the headboard plank closest to where her palm is resting open.

Her green eyes brighten. “Afraid I might disagree?”

“You can disagree all you want.” I guide her wrist into the little loop I’ve created.

She tests it by rolling her wrist. It’s not tight. She could easily twist free, but I don’t think she will. “Hmm,” she says with a playful smile.

“All the things, princess,” I say, and kiss my way down her body, then slip off the mattress.

On top of my duffel is my wallet. I slip out both of the condoms that I stash there for emergencies, and pad back to the bed. I crawl between her thighs and set the condoms to the side. Her eyes fix on me—curious, but eager.

I kiss the bare skin just above the lace at the top of her stocking and gently slide it down, planting kisses as I go, right down to her soft little foot. I slide the other stocking down, kissing over her knee and down her shin, until she’s completely bare for me.

I kneel between her thighs and take her in. Her hair splayed on the pillow. The eager glint in her bright eyes. Her quickening breaths. The splash of color across her ribs. Her round, perfect tits, peaked with arousal, and the pink blush splashed across her chest.

I brush her inner thigh with the backs of my fingertips, watching her face. She’s so beautiful. Does she even realize it?

There’s an edge of apprehension in her eyes, like being admired isn’t what she’s used to.

That’s changing as of now.

I stroke her pussy with the flat of my thumb, and she bites her lip. Her eyes flutter closed and she starts breathing in quick pants. She’s so wet and plush, needy. Touching her is fucking addicting. I glide two fingers lower and gently thrust inside.

She gives a little moan, her body slowly welcoming me. I give myself a slow tug as I thrust and glide with my fingers, anticipation ripping through me like wildfire. When I curl my fingertips against the tiny bundle of nerves inside her, her eyes fly open, locking with mine.

I love the way she’s gazing at me, her eyes tense with yearning and so much need. “Sawyer, please.”

The ache in her tone slams through me like a wrecking ball. I reach for the condom and slide it on. With one long caress up her body, I brace over her. Our bodies connect, this first touch made of pure heat and need. I pause to kiss her, wanting her soft lips on mine as I thrust inside.

She utters a soft sigh and arches her hips. I bite down on her lip as I press closer, the heat of her body so snug around me. With another thrust, I sink into the feel of her until there’s nothing between us.

Fuck, it’s incredible.

Kirilee’s face tenses, and she’s gripping the slat in the headboard, her soft pink nails like little seashells against the dark wood.

“You okay?”

She hooks her free hand at the back of my neck, tugging me back for another kiss. “Better than okay.”

Our lips touch in a long, sensual kiss and she arches her body, taking me deeper.

“Your cock is going to ruin me,” she says.

“That’s the idea.” With a groan, I start to thrust, slow and firm.

We move together, all crashing lips and panting breaths, the sheets and pillows strewn all around us.

I try to memorize the intensity of her gaze and the heat of her body, the way my heart is weaving with hers. Like a tree growing new roots. Or a tapestry woven thread by thread. How could something this good be happening to me?

From the moment I saw her, I’ve wanted this, but now that we’re here, it’s nothing like I could have imagined. It’s tense and beautiful, raw and powerful. I stop questioning how it could be, how it could last, and let the moment sink in, down through the layers, to where I hold all my precious things. Hope and joy. Faith and belonging. Love.

This sense of shared togetherness rises through me like a shooting star arcing across the dark sky. It feels lasting, and honest, true. Yet how can that be when what we have cannot possibly last?

She’s too good, too pure of heart, that light of hers too bright.

Kirilee comes, slipping her hand free to wrap both arms around me, her body pulsing tight and hard around my cock. I add her song to the many things I already love about her and drink it down, down, savoring the sweet echo in the room .

With a groan, I pull away and gently roll her to her knees. “One more.”

Still panting, she lowers her forehead to the bed. “No, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Oh god,” she says as a quiver rattles down her thighs.

Fuck me, this view, with her hair tumbled all around her in wild curls and her sides heaving, the tiny knobs of her spine coated with a sheen of moisture.

With my hand on my root, I arch slowly inside her, then I caress up her back, folding over to kiss the tip of her little bird’s wing. I think of that night, the determination like a force inside her. Was that the moment I fell for her? Or was it during one of our many rounds of hot tub wish lists? I think back to that moment outside her dressing room in Darby.

I’m enough, right?

Did her fiancé make her feel otherwise with that stunt he pulled? Or has it been a lifetime of little nips and jabs thanks to the high-society expectations she’s been bred to meet?

Her body tightens as I bury myself inside her. In the low light of the room, the glint of that fucking diamond stirs emotions I can’t hold inside any longer.

I cradle the flare of her hips and give her everything. My fears and desires, my hope and longing, my heart. It’s not nearly enough, but at least when it ends, I’ll know I held nothing back.

Kirilee’s thighs start to tremble, and she’s breathing in little whimpers.

“Come on, sweetheart, give it to me.”

I deliver slow, sensual thrusts, rocking my hips to hers, my desire spinning out of control.

Kirilee’s fingers tighten in the sheets. She’s so consumed by her need right now, so perfectly vulnerable to me, so trusting. It’s everything.

Her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth opens as she comes undone. “Sawyer! ”

I close my eyes and surrender to the thirst turning me inside out. My breaths turn ragged and my skin gets hot. I groan as the sensations erupt, rocking through me.

Huffing hard, I fold over her, my face buried in the nape of her neck. I use one arm to support us and the other around her middle to hold her tight.

Because no way am I letting her go. Not now, not ever.

I don’t know how I’m going to make it happen. I’ll fight if I have to.

I’m keeping her.