Her fingers brush my jaw, soft even as she trembles. “Then don’t think about tomorrow. Just… be here with me now.”
And I do. God help me, I do.
CHAPTER 29
Sadie
Except for the few minutes Boone left me to make a sandwich, we’ve done nothing but fuck. For what feels like days.
The world outside has blurred into something I can’t name—just the rhythm of his body inside mine, the endless spiral of need, the scent of sweat and sex clinging to the sheets.
But through it all, he hasn’t knotted me.
Every time I arch under him, every time I feel that edge coming closer, he holds back. He pulls away, grits his teeth, refuses that final surrender.
And I know why. I know he’s angry. I know I’ve broken something in him. But I’m selfish. I can’t stop myself.
Right now, I’m straddling his hips, riding him slow and deep. His head is tipped back, eyes closed, sweat running down the ridges of his chest. My thighs burn, my body strung tight, but I don’t stop.
“Boone,” I whisper, leaning forward, letting my lips brush his throat.
“Mmh,” he grunts, his big hands gripping my hips.
“Look at me.”
He shakes his head once, jaw tight, refusing.
“Please.” I press kisses along his neck, tasting salt and heat, begging in a way I shouldn’t have to.
Finally, his eyes open. The storm inside them nearly breaks me.
“You’re close,” he rasps.
I nod, my breath catching, my body trembling as another wave crests. I want to tell him how good this feels, how it’s the best I’ve ever had, but the words that spill out are the ones clawing deepest inside me.
“I’m sorry I hurt you.”
His eyes go glassy, the sheen of tears he’ll never let fall. His voice cracks. “Why can’t I be enough?”
“You are.” My hands cradle his face as I lean down, pressing my lips to his, trying to pour everything I can’t say into that kiss.
His hips jerk upward, driving into me harder. His chest heaves against mine.
“It doesn’t feel like it,” he mutters against my mouth, raw and broken.
“You are enough.” I repeat it, fierce this time, tasting the desperation in both of us.
The kiss turns messy, teeth and tongues colliding, my hair sticking to my damp cheeks as he suddenly flips us. My back hits the mattress, the breath punched out of me, and then he’s above me, braced on his forearms, eyes wild.
This isn’t control anymore. This is Boone losing it.
He lowers his head, biting down at my chest, my neck, marking me in ways I’ll never be able to hide. Each thrust drives me deeper into the mattress, the bed creaking, my nails raking down his back until I feel the skin break under my fingers.
“Boone—” My voice is a wrecked cry. “I’m so close.”
“I love you,” he blurts, voice guttural, right as his hips slam forward and he spills into me, hot and thick.
The words sear me. They burn through my bones even as my body tips over the edge. My climax rips out of me, shattering, tearing me apart as I scream his name and convulse around his cock.
