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The residents of the senior community, still paired up and dancing to the slow music shift out of focus for me, and the world hones in on Isaac Black. On the stunning color of his eyes, and the barely noticeable scar on his temple. I’ve always heard people you need come into your life when you’re least expecting it. I needed him in my life. I didn’t even know I needed anything, but now, in this moment, it’s crystal clear to me. I’ve been waiting for Isaac Black. He’s making me feel whole again.

“Isaac... I...”

I love you. I want to say it, but the words just won’t leave my lips on their own. I’m scared. I’m too scared to love him because loving means if I lose him, it’s going to hurt ten times more.

But I don’t have to say it, because he kisses my lips gently and changes my world with his next words.

“I think I’m falling in love with you, Sawyer.”

A floodgate opens in my heart, sending everything pouring out of me and onto the dance floor. I smile and slide my hands up into his hair then back to his shoulders.

“I think I’m falling in love with you too.”

Chapter 20

Isaac

Youknowthosescenesin movies where the couple is so enthralled with one another and can’t keep their hands to themselves long enough to get in the front door? So they are tripping over things and stumbling around until they finally make it to the closest hard surface once they finally make it home?

Sawyer and I are living that reality.

The entire drive home after leaving Grams was spent with her tucked against my side in the middle of the truck bench, kissing at red lights and stop signs, hands roaming, with soft moans leaving her lips when I’d tickle her skin in areas I know she likes.

Her hand was in mine when we climbed the stairs of my front porch, and I pinned her against the outside of my door and explored the area between her earlobe and shoulder with my lips, tongue, and teeth. To be honest, if my neighbor hadn’t come outside to check his mail, I probably would have fucked her right there against the door, outside for all passersby to see.

I have her inside now, privately, with no prying eyes, and all mine.

I lift her feet from the floor and place her to sit on a small table I have by my front door, where I normally toss my keys and wallet when I come in. It’s waist high and suddenly the perfect place to fuck my girlfriend into oblivion.

I pride myself on taking my time with her, making her come multiple times with my hands and mouth before ever pushing inside of her, but after the declaration we shared, all I can think about is getting inside of her and showing her I meant what I said. I’m falling in love with her more and more every second.

“Say it again?” she asks, as I push her denim jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall somewhere on the floor.

“I love you, Sawyer.” My lips kiss and lick the new skin exposed on her shoulder, connecting each small freckle to the next with my mouth.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

She grabs my face in her hands and forces my lips back to hers.

“Lie back,” I growl against her lips and push gently against her chest with my hand. “And keep your eyes open.”

The table isn’t particularly big in it’s wooden, rectangular shape so when she eases backward, her body just fits on the surface, with her head hanging off the far end, so I wrap my hands around her hips and adjust her so her waist is off the end and her head lies comfortably against the wood.

She reaches down and curls her fingers into the edges of the table so tightly that her knuckles are white.

“Fuck me,” she begs in a whisper. “Please.”

“Say it back.” I pull her legs around my waist and slide her long dress up to her stomach.

“Isaac, I love youuuu!” The last word comes out as a surprised gasp as I slip my finger under her lace panties and swirl her wetness up and around her clit.

“Again,” I demand, continuing to circle her clit with one hand and unbuckle my belt with the other.

“Oh, God, I love you. Fuck.”

“No God here, baby... it’s just me.”

The sound that leaves her lips nearly makes me lose my nut right here in my pants. She laughs, but it bleeds into the sweetest moan of pleasure I’ve ever heard in my life.

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