Page 12 of Too Freaking Hot

“Sage,” I tell her. “You’re all I ever think about.”

Her eyes go soft and hazy, and the sound I make isn’t human.

It takes ten minutes to get to my place and those minutes feel like days. I park the truck and run around to help her out, and I’m hauling her to me. Her mouth is soft and willing. “Fuck, I can’t stop,” I groan into her hair, wondering if she can feel how hard I’m shaking. How much I need her, now, yesterday, forever.

She looks at me, blue eyes focused, steady. “Don’t stop.”

We stumble up the front steps, fumbling to get the key into the lock, and finally burst through the door, breathless and eager. My lips explore every inch of skin I can find. First her cheek then down her neck and over her shoulder. The taste of her soft skin flows through me, but it's not nearly enough.

Her laugh lights up every nerve in my body as she grips my shirt with urgency. When I scoop her up, her legs wrap around my waist, and we move together, her curvy body pressed tight against mine. I hold her close, feeling the beat of her heart against my chest, and silently vow I’m never letting her go.

Before I even realize it, we reach the bedroom, and I kick the door shut before laying her across my bed. Her very presence fills the entire space, making it her own.

As her curly blonde hair spreads out across the pillow, the cascade of silk captivates me. Her eyes lock onto mine, intense and probing, as she tries to decipher whether I'm driven by sheer desperation or have lost my mind entirely. If she asked, I'd admit it without hesitation: it's fucking both.

I want her more than I want air. She makes me crazy. I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids, the little curve of her neck, and the delicate softness of her collarbone. “Sage,” I say, over and over, the only word my brain can manage.

I run my hand down the side of her body, stopping just long enough to ask, “This what you want?”

“Yes,” she says, so sure and so fast I know she’s with me. She takes my head in her hands and brings my face to hers. She stares at me with enough certainty to knock the breath out of my chest. “I’ve never been surer.”

“Fuck,” I say, losing it. Losing my mind over everything—her. Her warmth and her body and the way she fits against me when I pull her close.

My world consists of only Sage. Nothing else matters.

My hands shake as I slowly touch every silky inch. I’m breathing fast and holding myself back hurts. Her curves are under me, and I take my time even though I want to take everything. I kiss her soft lips, letting her know how perfect she is. How much she means to me.