Page 107 of You Make Me Feel
“Come with me to the lighthouse for breakfast.”
“What?” She looks up at me, confused at my sudden turn in conversation.
“Autumn’s called for a Fitzgerald family breakfast. I think she wants to check that we’re all alive or something.” I shrug, because right now I have my mind on other things. Like how soft Sadie’s skin is as I push my hand under the t-shirt she’s wearing and trail my finger down her spine.
“You want me to join you for your family breakfast?” Sadie blinks. “Is that wise?”
I know what she’s asking. And the truth is, I don’t have an answer. All I know is that I want her with me for as long as possible. And if that makes me a selfish asshole, so be it.
“Everybody’s welcome,” I murmur, kissing her neck. Her breath catches as I slide my palm over her behind. “Autumn’s a feeder, she’ll have more pastries than you could eat in a lifetime.”
“Ugh.” Sadie wrinkles her nose. “I’ve already eaten way too much this week. All these restaurant dinners are wreaking havoc with my metabolism.”
I turn her around and push her against the counter, my body caging hers. “You feel perfect to me,” I tell her honestly. Then I kiss her and immediately go hard.
She laughs against my lips, soft and throaty, and my chest tightens at the sound. I nudge her backward until she’s against the bathroom counter, my body crowding hers. Her smile falters when I cup her face in my hands andkiss her slow, savoring the taste of her lips, the feel of her fingers curling into my skin.
Her hands slide up my chest, her body arching into mine like she’s already halfway to saying yes. Deepening our kiss, I hitch her up, until she’s sitting on the counter, her bare thighs wrapped around mine. I feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of my shorts.
“Zach…” She tips her head back as I move my lips down, kissing her jaw, her ear, the delicate skin of her neck. “Oh God.”
I know she’s probably sore and achy. We’ve had sex way too many times in the last few days for her to be anything else.
But I’m greedy and I can’t get enough. She’s my sweetest addiction. Or maybe I’m hers.
“Come to breakfast with me,” I say again. And somewhere deep inside I know I’m not just talking about breakfast. I’m talking about more. About not giving up.
About maybe the day after tomorrow.
“It’s not a good…”
And then I do it. The asshole move. I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs, breathing her in. “Please.”
I kiss her thighs, nip her skin, then slide my tongue along her heated flesh. She lets out a soft sigh. “Say you’ll come and I’ll make you…” I smirk against her. “Come.”
She laughs softly as I trace my finger along her dampness. “You don’t play fair.”
“I know.” I look up at her again, my chest tightening at how beautiful she looks in only my t-shirt, her hair a mess of red waves, her face clean of makeup.
“Okay, I’ll come to breakfast,” she says.
I grin. “That’s my girl.”
And of course her face lights up like it always does.
I pull my t-shirt over her head, then she’s naked and perfect in front of me, her skin so creamy I could fucking eat it for days.
But right as I pull her thighs apart, my body aching to make her feel good the one way I know I can, my phone buzzes.
Sadie laughs, dragging her fingers through my hair, her nails sharp against my scalp. “Saved by the bell.”
“I’m ignoring it,” I mutter, because who wouldn’t with her quivering in front of me.
It buzzes again. I’m going to fucking kill whoever it is.
Sadie slides her hands over my face, leaning down to kiss me softly. “Go check it and come back. I promise not to move.”
I roll my eyes, but the truth is I want to make sure it isn’t Asher with news about Darien. So I walk into the bedroom and grab my phone, reading the message quickly, groaning when I see it’s the Fitzgerald Family Group chat.
