The storm hit before they reached their vehicles.
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11:30pm
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Saige moved fluidly toward the bed where he sat, allowing him time to savor the sight of her nude body. She was exquisite and made his blood thrum through his system and pool in one place, and one place only.
Quinten’s shaft was hard and pulsed with a life of its own at just the sight of the beautiful woman he’d fallen in love with. She was everything to him and, if he had his way, she’d be his everything for the rest of his life. Only when he was with her did his heart feel full and his soul at ease.
They’d met secretly at the boathouse on her father’s property for a month and the thought of her going back to school, and them being separated, had caused him to break the one rule he told himself not to break—he made love to her.
He hadn’t been able to think straight when he pulled her into his arms and sealed his lips over hers. Pure desperation had run through him, and he’d needed to love her. He’d needed her to kno
w just how much he loved her and had decided to show her.
Saige had been just as desperate and Quinten had been humbled to realize that he was her first. She had no idea, but he planned on being her only.
Reaching for him, her palms went to the sides of his face as she straddled his thighs. His hands caressed her hips and slipped around to her soft-as-silk bottom. He gently tugged her closer and lowered his head to kiss each hipbone.
They’d already made love three times, and he knew that by morning, they’d make love numerous more times.
Sliding his hands up her torso he cupped each round breast in his hand and gently rubbed the hard buds of her nipples. He smiled when he heard her breath catch.
He’d discovered how sensitive her breasts were the first time he’d been inside her. She released the second his mouth had closed around the hard nub and he suckled against it.
And, just as expected, when he brought a breast to his mouth and rubbed her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, her legs quivered and she dropped to his lap.
“Mmm,” Saige moaned. “I love the feel of your hardness against my softness.” She wiggled closer and he arched his hips when she settled against his balls and ground down.
“Saige,” he hissed. “Rise up a bit. I need to be inside of you.”
“Yes.”
When the welcoming lips of her sex started to enclose him inside her snug channel, he didn’t think he’d last another minute.
He was fully seated inside her as Saige wound her arms around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest, and she kissed him. “I love you, Quinten, and before you know it, I’m going to be home and in your arms again.”
“Damn straight, baby.” His arms went around her waist, holding her tightly. He flipped them over on the bed and with a desperation he hadn’t felt before, his hips rhythmically moved against her until he felt the woman he loved quiver in his arms and then fall apart on a loud, long moan.
Feeling her core as it pulsed tightly around him, he lost it, and spilled his warm release deeply inside her. Tiny aftershocks pulled more from him, so much so that his legs shook with the power behind his climax.
Panting, Saige started kissing him all over his face, neck, and back up to his face. Finally finding his lips, she whispered, “I’m yours, Quinten. I love you,” before she sealed their lips in such a powerful kiss that he felt it to his toes…
Suddenly awake, Quinten panted and tried to get his bearings.
Like an ax falling, reality struck his heart and caused it to lurch in pain. Saige wasn’t there…he wasn’t with her. He was still in prison…dreaming of her. But it had felt so real that he’d come hard in his briefs.
His breath caught in the back of his throat and tears fell from his eyes for the love that never had a chance so long ago.
Day 10
4:30am
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Saige watched Quinten sleep softly on his back beside her, the covers long since shoved to the floor.