Until Sage (Until Him 2)

“Right.” She nods, tightening her legs around my hips. “I’ll change my fight and go back with you.” Studying her for a long moment, I wonder how selfish I should be. Part of me wants to take her back with me, but I know her parents miss her and they don’t get to see her often enough.

“You should stay and finish your visit.”

“I’m ready to go home.” Her hands on the back of my neck pull my face down toward hers.

“Home,” I murmur. Liking the sound of that, I brush my lips over hers, seeing her face soften. “When we get back, I’ll talk to the guys and we’ll get you moved out of your place and into the lake house.”

“But—”

“No buts, baby.” I give her neck a squeeze and use my other hand to pull her hips tighter against mine. “We’re starting our life together. I don’t want to hear you think it’s too soon for you to move in with me.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” she grumbles, dropping her head back.

I smile. “Yeah? Then what were you going to say?”

“I don’t know,” she lies, and my smile turns into a grin.

Running my thumb under her chin, I touch my mouth to hers then pull back, keeping our eyes locked. “I’m willing to wait for you to take my last name. But I won’t wait on this. I want you with me, in my bed, under my roof, and in my life in every way possible.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

“Okay,” I state, and I kiss her forehead then take her mouth before I force her to release me so she can get ready.

Kim

“CHRIST,” SAGE RUMBLES as I pull my dress off over my head and drop it to the sand at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my bikini.

Moving my eyes over his shirtless torso, I feel my mouth go dry. He’s always beautiful, but with the warm Florida sun shining down on him and the ocean behind him, making his eyes stand out even more, he’s gorgeous.

He told me when we were having breakfast with my parents that he had never been to the beach, so I made a decision to rectify that. I told my parents I was sorry for cutting my trip short but that Sage and I were going to head to Miami to spend the day at the beach before catching our flight back to Tennessee tomorrow afternoon. My mom was bummed, but she promised she would talk Dad into coming to Tennessee in a few weeks, and my dad was surprisingly okay with the new change of plans.

“Do you really expect me to keep my hands off you?” Sage asks, breaking into my thoughts, and I realize then that he’s no longer a few feet away. He’s in front of me, with his fingers curved possessively around my hip and his eyes burning into every inch of my exposed skin.

“There are a lot of people here,” I point out, and his fingers dig in as his eyes move to look around us before coming back to mine. “So you don’t have to keep your hands off me. You just have to keep things PG.” His eyes narrow like he’s not happy about that idea. Knowing that if I’m not careful, things will get out of hand between us, I take his hand. “Come on.” I lead him down to the water and smile as the ocean skims across my feet, only to shriek a moment later when he scoops me up in his arms and carries me out into the waves until he’s waist-deep. “Sage!”

“What?” He grins, sliding me down his chest, and my legs wrap around his hips as my arms lock around his shoulders. “I don’t need everyone seeing my hard-on, so you’re going to help me hide it.”

“I’m not sure me being wrapped around you is going to help with that,” I tell him truthfully as my core pulses at the feel of his erection against my clit. I’ve been on edge since the moment he showed up at my parents’, and every second with him is making my need for him grow.

“Then I guess we’ll be out here a while.” He kisses me, and my head tips to the side to deepen it. I press closer against him, as close as I can get, as his tongue tangles with mine. He tastes like the ocean, sun, and Sage, and I realize instantly it’s a taste I don’t just like. It’s something I love and want much, much more of. Feeling him pull back, I blink my eyes open. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper, moving my fingers up the column of his throat to the underside of his jaw, watching his face go softer than I’ve ever seen it. “What?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer. He takes my hand in his, and then my whole world stops and tears fill my eyes as he slides the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen onto my finger.