Dare Me(17)

“God,” she gasps loudly and sucks in a sharp breath as I f*ck her with my finger. Her eyes are closed, and she bites her lip as I bring her closer. I insert another finger, and she hums in pleasure.

“I need to be inside you, Saige. I need to feel you.”

“Yes,” she whispers against my lips.

I reach in my nightstand and pull out a condom. As much as I want to be inside her bare, I’m not in the mood for discussing safe sex. I just need to be inside her. I slide the condom on and position myself at her entrance. She moans and her thighs fall open wider. I push inside her, and she takes my breath away. Warm. Slick. Tight. I can barely contain myself as I fill her. I have to pause once I’ve settled into her so that I don’t let go immediately because I’m close.

I lean over her and push myself further in. She gasps as I fill her completely. Resting my forearms on the bed beside her head, I slowly thrust inside of her, letting her body adjust to me with each motion.

“Holt,” she cries out my name as she tips her head back further, arching her back. I slide deeper inside her and pull the soft flesh of her neck into my mouth, biting her gently.

Her fingernails trail lightly down my back, which is such a f*cking turn on. My body responds to her touch, and a shiver trails up my spine. She hooks both of her feet over the back of my thighs, pulling me deeper into her, and I’m completely lost inside her body.

“You feel so f*cking good,” I tell her, quickening my pace. Her breaths become shallower with each thrust, and her back arches, telling me how close she is to letting go. I can feel her walls tighten and squeeze around me as her body brings me closer to climax. “Come for me, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “I want to hear you come.”

Her fingers tighten on my lower back, and I press my lips to hers. I want every part of my body touching hers with her release. A moan escapes her lips, and I capture it with mine. “That’s it,” I say, kissing her between words. “I want to feel you come on me.” Her pelvis bucks with each thrust and she gasps.

“Holt! Oh, God, Holt,” she cries out, and I feel her body tremble beneath me.

I quicken my pace and pull out of her almost completely with each thrust, then slam back into her. Sex has never felt like this with anyone else. It’s more than physical pleasure; it’s a different level. She moans and breathes heavily as her body finally falls limp beneath me. She’s still trembling from her release as I pull out of her completely.

“Saige,” I say her name as I thrust into her one last time, finally letting myself go. I pulse inside of her, and her arms tighten around my chest. Then I rest the weight of my body on top of her, and her legs slide off the back of my thighs, falling open as we both catch our breaths.

We gaze into each other’s eyes, her warm breath touching my lips with each exhale. With her eyes heavy and sated, a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. I gently pull myself from her, already missing our contact, and roll off of her. Pushing myself off the bed, I move to the bathroom.

Disposing of the condom in a trashcan, I grab a washcloth and clean myself before returning to clean her. I find Saige curled up into a ball in the center of my bed, her long dark hair splayed across the pillow. Her pillow, as if it’s always been hers and always will be.

She’s pulled the sheet over her, and one of her long legs peeks out from underneath it.

“Saige,” I whisper as I check on her, tucking a piece of her long, dark hair behind her ear. The sound of her steady breaths tells me she’s fast asleep. Beautiful Saige is asleep in my bed. There is nothing that could have made this night more perfect.

I slide into bed next to her, pulling her warm body to my chest. She gently rolls to her back and her long body stretches out next to me. Propped on my side, I take in all of her beauty, all while wondering how after tonight I’m ever going to be able to let her go.



I feel her absence before I even open my eyes. She’s left. Sighing deeply, I run my hand over my face. “Shit,” I curse and push the bed sheet off of me. Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I stumble across the plush carpet to the closet, pulling out a pair of pajama pants and stepping into them. It’s when I turn around that I see her clothes still scattered across my bedroom floor and I can’t help but smile.

She stayed. She’s still here.

I move quietly through the dark house, flipping on lights as I begin to look for her. The kitchen, living room, and the library are empty. The den and spare rooms as well. There’s no trace of Saige in my home. I’d hesitate to call it panic, but my pulse quickens when I can’t find her.

Then it hits me. The patio.

I jog up the three flights of stairs and down the hall, pushing open the heavy glass and wrought-iron door. I feel a wave of relief as I see her sitting on the edge of the plush double lounger, her back to me. A large blanket is wrapped around her body, and her face is turned up toward the sky. She’s even more beautiful than I remember.

“Couldn’t sleep?” I ask her as I approach her from behind.

She startles and then shakes her head. “Nah. I don’t sleep much these days.”

I sit down on the edge of the lounger next to her, wrapping my arm around and pulling her into me. Her head falls lightly against my shoulder as the cool evening air pricks at my bare upper body, and I shiver. “Why are you having trouble sleeping?”