She opens them. Bright. Unfiltered. Everything I’ve ever needed staring back at me.
“You make it so damn easy to fall,” she breathes, rocking against me, her heat already pulsing through the denim between us.
“And you make it impossible to stop,” I growl, dragging my mouth down her neck. “You feel that, baby?” I roll my hips up into hers.
Her answer is a moan, soft and broken, fingers fisting in my shirt.
The world falls away—just her, me, the stars overhead, and the sound of our hearts slamming against each other’s ribs like they’re desperate to trade places.
She rocks against me again, slow and aching, her breath catching in my mouth.
“Mac…” I groan, my grip tightening at her waist. The denim of her jeans rubs against me in the best kind of torture, her body molding to mine like it was made to.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, her lips ghosting across my jaw. “Please.”
I slide my hand beneath her hoodie, dragging my palm along the warm skin of her back, and breathe her in like she’s the only air I need.
“Baby…” I murmur against her ear, voice thick with want. “If we do this here, you gotta promise me one thing.”
She stills slightly, her breath stuttering. “What?”
“You can’t scream my name loud enough to scare off any of the wildlife?” I smirk, letting my teeth graze her lobe. “We’ve got trees, stars... and a few hundred people a stone’s throw away.”
She laughs—wicked and breathless. “No promises.”
That’s all I need.
I grip her hips, sliding my hands around to the button of her jeans. “Lift for me.”
She does. I ease her jeans down slowly, savoring every inch of revealed skin as I press kisses to her stomach, her hips, her thighs. I hook my fingers into her lace panties, glancing up.
“Eyes on me,” I growl, my voice low and reverent. “I want to see you fall apart.”
Her breath hitches, and she keeps her gaze locked on mine—wide, hungry, filled with heat—as I kneel before her in the shadows of the trees, pulling the lace down inch by inch. I kiss the inside of each thigh, lingering, my lips dragging along her skin.
“You’re a goddamn masterpiece,” I whisper, voice breaking as I rise to my feet, my hand cupping her cheek.
She helps with my belt, her fingers trembling, lips swollen from my kiss. I press her back gently against a thick tree trunk wrapped in fairy lights, her hoodie still clinging to her shoulders, and I slide into her with a groan so deep it rattles through my chest.
Her body arches, her lips part on a gasp, but I grip her jaw gently.
“Eyes, baby.”
She watches me like I’m giving her the moon and she’s never seen it before. We move together like it’s always been written in the stars—this rhythm, this fire, this love that’s anything but gentle but everything she deserves.
Her release crashes over her like a wave, her breath catching, her nails digging into my shoulders.
When I follow, burying my face in her neck, holding her tight enough to feel every beat of her heart, I know this isn’t just sex.
Mac’s my forever.
She’s draped over me now, soft and boneless, her breath still catching as it warms the hollow of my throat. We’re tangled together beneath a canopy of stars, the earth solid beneath us, and nothing else exists but the quiet beat of our hearts and the slow return to breath. Her hoodie’s hitched around her waist, my shirt is somewhere behind us, and I don’t care about anything but the weight of her body on mine. The warmth of her. The scent of her skin—salt and cedar and something that’ll ruin me for life.
The fairy lights overhead blink lazily through the trees, casting her skin in soft gold, her hair like fire in the night. She shifts slightly, curling closer, her leg hooked possessively over mine. Her fingers draw idle circles across my chest, and I swear every one leaves a burn.
“You cold?” I murmur, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“A little,” she breathes, her voice still dazed. “But mostly… I just feel full. In every way.”
