No One But You (Silver Springs #2)(101)

“What is it?” he murmured, sounding surprised.

She didn’t explain. She simply led him to his bedroom, where she closed and locked the door before peeling off his clothes. Because she didn’t know how long she’d get to be with him, she felt a certain urgency to make the most of every minute.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem to mind another delay. “I’m glad that you’re getting comfortable with me,” he said.

“I’ve never been like this,” she admitted. “I can’t get enough of you. I want to make love all the time.”

“That makes two of us,” he said before his mouth came down on hers.

The taste and feel of him ignited the same raw hunger she’d experienced when he made love to her before. From that moment on, Sadie was lost—sailing away on a rapid current of desire. After he took off her clothes, he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, making her laugh. But once he climbed into bed with her, all levity disappeared. She closed her eyes, savoring the rush of eagerness and expectation that charged through her as his hands moved over her body. This was what desire felt like, she told herself.

He seemed to be in no hurry, but when he eventually rolled her beneath him, the pressure of him pushing inside her, filling her, made her feel complete. She clung to him as he began to thrust, enjoying the slightly salty taste of his skin, the solidness of his chest as it slid against her bare breasts and the ropey muscles of his back she could feel bulging beneath her fingertips.

“You’re so talented at this,” she gasped as the pleasure began to build.

His laugh sounded ragged, proof that he was experiencing the same escalation of breathing and heart rate. “I don’t think this requires any talent.”

“It requires a little intuition, at least. I’ve never felt anything like being with you.”

He paused, resting part of his weight on his elbows as he stared down at her.

“What?” she said, taken aback by the intensity of his gaze.

“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” he asked softly.

She didn’t know what to say. If they couldn’t tie Sly to that fire, couldn’t get him out of their lives, she’d be doing Dawson a favor by leaving. “I hope I won’t have to.”

He frowned at her words, obviously not satisfied by her answer. But before he could press the issue, she dragged his mouth to hers, compelling him to move again. He did, and he spent the rest of Jayden’s nap convincing her with every kiss, every touch, that she’d be sorry if she didn’t stay.

*

They could hear Jayden playing with what few toys he had left in the next room. He was awake, but he seemed perfectly happy, so Sadie didn’t jump up to dress. She seemed reluctant to get out of bed, and Dawson felt the same way. Languid and satisfied, he closed his eyes as he rested his head on her shoulder and she raked her fingernails gently over his back. “It’s hard to make myself work when you’re around,” he teased.

She smoothed his hair back. “Sorry I kept you from the fields. I know you’re feeling pressure to get things done.”

His hand covered her breast. “Don’t be sorry. I wouldn’t have traded this for anything.”

“It could’ve waited until later, I suppose.”

“I don’t think it would’ve been the same.” He lifted his head to give her a lazy grin. “Sometimes you have to seize the moment, you know?” He put his head back down so she wouldn’t stop scratching. “Tonight wouldn’t have been a good option, anyway. We have a date with the chief of police.”

She’d been so caught up in the fact that she’d lost her pictures, he could tell she hadn’t been thinking about what he’d discovered out by the canal. “You got a hold of him?”

“Just before I saw you at the rental earlier. He’s coming tonight.”

“You told him about the tire tracks?”

“Yeah.”

“And he believed you?”

“I think so. He sat on the other end of the line in silence for a few seconds. Then he said Sly ‘better not’ be trespassing when he’d been told to stay away.”

“Did you email him the pictures?”

“I did, but I haven’t heard from him since then.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“He said he’d call a meeting to bring Sly to the station at the end of Sly’s shift. But instead of being there to conduct the meeting, Thomas is going to have someone else stand in for him while his wife drops him off out here. That way, we’ll know Sly is occupied while Thomas gets into position, and no one else on the force will know what’s going on.”

“So they can’t alert him.”

“Exactly.”

“Then what?”

He slid his hand down the curve of her waist. She’d been eating better lately. He could tell because she’d put on a few pounds, didn’t seem so anxious all the time. She deserved to have more peace of mind than Sly had given her. “Then we just wait and see what happens.”

“What if Sly doesn’t come?”

“We’ll have to try again tomorrow.”

“How many times do you think Thomas will be willing to come out here?”

“Not more than two or three. So...we have to hope, if Sly is stalking us, that he proves it soon.”