Here With Me

Noel pinches my arm, and I squeal. “Ow! Way to treat the injured.”

“You’re going to tell me everything about this, and I mean everything.” She nods toward her brother. “When, where, how long… Why I didn’t know.”

I give her a hug and pull her hair. “I’m not telling you everything.”

“Break it up. Glad you’re okay, Min.” Taron leans down to kiss my cheek then slaps Sawyer on the back. “I knew you had it in you.”

The final greetings are done, they’re all gone, and it’s just the two of us in my room full of party decorations and presents.

I thread my finger in a cord of string lights. “Did you organize this?”

He looks at me, and my heart swoons. It’s the first time I can say publicly this man is mine. He’s standing there in dark jeans that hug his tight ass, in a black shirt that stretches nicely across his broad chest, and he’s looking at me with so much love.

“Actually, it was Noel, but I helped.” He grins, and that dimple pierces his cheek.

We meet halfway, and I’m in his arms. Satisfaction floods my chest. This is exactly where I’m supposed to be, with my hero. The man I’d trust with my life.

Reaching up, I trace my fingers along the line of his jaw. “You raced into a burning building to save me.”

“I always will.” He catches my hand and kisses my palm, and so much warmth floods my stomach.

I smile, threading my fingers in his hair, and his expression grows serious.

“After Dad…” His voice tightens, and my eyes heat. “I couldn’t say I needed help. It wasn’t what leaders did. Not what heroes do.”

I place my hand gently on his cheek, meeting his eyes with all the love I feel in my heart. “Sawyer, you love us, you’re devoted to us. You can’t have all this light inside you and darkness too.” Looking down, I do something I’ve done since we were children. I thread our fingers, pressing my palm against his and holding tight. “Light chases the darkness away. If it comes back, I’ll hold your hand and lead you to the light again. Better yet, I’ll hold you in the light. I’ll never let you walk alone.”

Placing his thumb under my chin, he lifts my face. “This is how our story ends. You’re staying here with me, because I love you. You’re connected to me, and I’m never letting you go.”

My lips curl into a smile, my voice sultry. “Are you always such a cave man?”

“I thought I was your hero.” His grin is cocky-sexy. I could drown in the heat of his gaze. Leaning closer, he traces his lips along the line of jaw, whispering. “This is what happens when I let you come first.”

“You always let me come first.” My voice is thick, heated by the path of his fingers rising lightly under my shirt, higher to cup my breasts over my bra.

“Are you ready to come now?”

My nipples harden, and I rise to my toes, nibbling at his lips, desperate for his kiss. “Yes, please.”

“Sure you don’t need to rest?”

“I’ve never had so much energy.”

Rough hands pull my sweater over my head. My bra is gone equally fast, and he lifts me under the ass, carrying me to the bed. Covering his lips with mine, my fingers fly down the buttons of his shirt, finally ripping it over his shoulders and sending the remaining ones flying.

A low rumble rises from his chest, and he drops me back, gazing at me with heated eyes. It’s been so long it’s like a torch against my skin. I squirm in the bed using my toes to kick off my shoes, unbuttoning my jeans as he watches, a smirk of approval on his lips.

I love the way he looks at me. I want to make him desperate for me the way I am for him. Lifting my hips, I slide my jeans down, showing I have nothing on underneath. My legs cross, and I’m so wet as I watch him unfasten his belt, dropping to his knees.

“Come here.” It’s somewhere between an order and a growl, and he catches my ankles, pulling me to his mouth.

Holding my legs apart, he rises higher to kiss my stomach. I whimper and arch my back, meeting his lips, so desperate for him, so hot. His hands trace along my thighs, and two fingers pierce me, sliding inside and curling, finding the spot that makes my eyes roll back, blinding me with sensation.

“Sawyer!” I cry out, as loud as I want.

His mouth covers my pussy, and he pulls, licking and sucking my clit as currents snake up my thighs. I can’t take it. It’s been too long. He knows my body so well, he plays me like an instrument, every touch skilled, every stroke timed for ultimate pleasure.

“Oh, God!” I gasp as the orgasm shakes my body. I try not to squeeze my thighs against his head. I pull on his hair, barely able to stand it. “Please, Sawyer…”