Page 40 of Fall or Nothing

“Mm, Carter.” She broke away just far enough to breathe my name against my mouth. Her fingers tugged at my shirt, and the entire point of the evening—the meal—became a moot point.

I kissed along her jaw, found the spot below her ear that pulled a sharp gasp out of her, and every rational thought about my life left my body.

Her fingers felt for the buttons of my shirt, undoing each one by one. I pulled her sweater further down one shoulder, baring a breast, creamy and pink nippled. I suckled at it, her tiny moans my undoing.

I shoved our plates aside and pulled her between my legs so she leaned against the table. My hands skimmed up her thighs, thumbs brushing the waistband of her leggings.

I looked up at her, voice rough. “Going to stop me?”

“No,” she purred.

“But you said you don’t let cowboys get into your pants that easily.”

“I did say that.” Her hands covered mine in encouragement. “But you leave soon, so time is wasting, isn’t it?”

My last hold on sanity faltered. “Sage, if you’d rather wait, no pressure.”

“Are we going to argue about this, Carter James,” she whispered, eyes dark with want, “or are you going to take me right here, right now?”

Fuck. That wasn’t even a choice.

THIRTEEN

Claimed

SAGE

I should have been thinkingabout how fast this was moving. One minute we were eating pizza by candlelight like two normal people getting to know each other. The next, Carter’s mouth was on mine and my hands were tugging at the buttons of his shirt like I’d been waiting years for this moment with this cowboy instead of days.

Thinking was the last thing I wanted. Not tonight. He was leaving in a couple of weeks. I had told him I could handle fun and nothing more. So I was going to let myself fall into this—into him—while I still could.

Regrets could wait until his taillights disappeared down the road.

His fingers skimmed under the hem of my sweater, raising goosebumps as he pushed the fabric higher. I broke the kiss just long enough to lift my arms, letting him pull it over my head. Cool air kissed my skin, then his hands were there, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they tightened into aching points.

“Fuck, Sage,” he hissed, kissing up my throat, voice asrough as his whiskers. “You’re killing me already, finding you braless this whole time.”

I smiled, a little breathless, and reached for his belt. “Then we’re even. Because I’ve been thinking about your hands on me since the night you showed up half-naked on the side of the road.”

“You mean, that night you first brought me here, you wanted me?”

“Guess I should have made myself more clear. Yes. I wanted you then, Carter.”

He groaned, a hungry sound that went straight between my legs. His mouth found my nipple, sucking hard and ending with his teeth grazing it to make me arch into him with a sharp moan.

While he worked one breast, his other hand slid down my stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of my leggings in one smooth motion.

“No panties either?” he growled, voice dropping. “Here I thought you were a good girl, Sage.”

“I am,” I purred, rocking against his fingers. “A very good girl… for you.”

His fingers parted me, stroking through the slick heat already waiting for him.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured, nipping at the underside of my breast before switching to the other. “Is this all for me?”

“Every drop,” I gasped, hips rocking against his hand. I shoved his shirt open, palms gliding over the firm planes of his chest and down the ridges of his abs. When I reached his jeans, I palmed the thick length of him through the denim, squeezing justenough to make him curse. “And this, cowboy? All for me?”

“Every fucking inch.” His fingers circled my clit with devastating precision. “But if you keep rubbing me, I’m not gonna last long enough to do this right.”