Page 58 of Nights at Seaside
A groan rumbled through his chest as he lifted her to the railing, hiking her skirt up her thighs as he took her in another rough kiss. He felt himself losing control, handling her too roughly, kissing her too deeply.
“Oh…Yes.” She dug her nails into his skin, sending shocks of pain and pleasure rippling through him.
“Inside.” He reached for her purse, and she fished for her keys with one hand, holding on to his shirt with the other so she didn’t tumble off the railing. She withdrew the keys, and he lifted her down to the landing, unable to resist kissing her again, alighting more sparks between them. He forced himself to pull away long enough to unlock the door and push it open, then swept her in beside him. The sharpness of her breathing raked over him like a heady invitation. The silence of the cottage magnified the intensity of the heat pulsing between them. His hands found hers, lacing their fingers together as he lifted them beside her head, pressing his body to hers against the door. Thigh to thigh, chest to chest, he licked the shell of her ear and whispered, “I will never get enough of you.”
She touched his cheek and he knew before she said a word, that she was right there with him, wanting an even deeper connection.
“I want you, Sawyer. All of you.”
He couldn’t keep his heart from tumbling out. “Ecstasy rolls like thunder, rippling through my sweet summer Sky.” He rubbed his thumb over her jaw. “She weeps, she whimpers, she gasps, she roars.” He pressed his lips to hers. “She stills my heart and steals my breath.”
Sky sighed, her eyes full of emotions too big, too powerful for him to name.
Sawyer kissed her again. “She came in like a whisper and claimed pieces of me as if they were stars, taking them as her own like a pixie in the night.” He closed his eyes, holding Sky against him. Emotions exploded inside of him. He waited for them to ebb and flow like the tide, but the surge continued, growing bigger, stronger than anything he’d ever felt, and he knew he wasn’t far from falling over the edge.
“Sawyer,” Sky whispered. “That’s beautiful.”
“That’s you, my sweet girl. Only you.”
Chapter Sixteen
THE MORNING SUN beat down on the basket in the center of the table, illuminating the slips of papers and napkins, giving weight and importance to the snippets of words that had spoken to Sky’s heart so perfectly that she was sure each one was meant just for her. Her mind was still reveling in the aftermath of making love to Sawyer, and she couldn’t help but wonder once more if he’d written them. He’d spent the night again and had gone running an hour ago. She missed him already. She’d thought about asking him about the papers in the basket before he left for his run, but they’d had such a wonderful evening and morning that she didn’t want to take a chance of ruining it.
She pushed the basket farther away and turned her attention back to her poetry book, but her eyes refused to remain on the page and shifted to the basket again. She pulled it closer, staring at the darn thing like it was going to do something. She almost wished it would, instead of feeling like a giant question mark.
The worst part was that it wasn’t just the stupid basket that had her tied in knots. Last night, when she’d opened herself up to Sawyer—she’d felt her feelings for him bloom so large she’d nearly said she loved him.Loved him!She’d never been in love before. Could she fall in love and still need answers about something like a silly basket of notes? And was it fair of her not to want to watch him fight when he gave so much of himself so freely?
Sky heard Jenna laughing and looked across the quad, glad for the distraction from her thoughts.
Bella and Amy were shaking their heads as Jenna tugged at the hem of her dress, which even from a distance Sky could see was way too tight. Bella grabbed Amy’s arm and pulled her toward Sky’s cottage. They both waved. Jenna trailed behind them, still tugging at her dress. The way the bright morning sun was shining down on them, they really did look as though they each had a pregnancy glow. Their cheeks were fuller, their eyes brighter. Sky wasn’t ready for babies, but she couldn’t deny that seeing her friends so happily in love brought her thoughts to places she hadn’t considered before.
“She’s reading again,” Bella said as she stepped onto the deck and sat beside Sky.
“She’smooning,” Jenna said as she wiggled her hips. “Sky, what do you think of this dress? Does it still work for me? Bella says it’s too small, but I think it’s kind of sexy.”
Amy placed her hand on Sky’s shoulder and squeezed as Sky tried to figure out how to tell Jenna that her spaghetti-strap dress was too tight across her boobsandher hips and made her look a little like a bowling pin.
“Jenna, how does it feel?” Sky asked, hoping Jenna would say something like,A little tight, giving her an opening to agree.
Jenna ran her hands down her hips and wiggled. How on earth she managed to look sexy in that dress was beyond Sky, but when she swayed her hips from side to side, she did.
“Hot.Sizzlinghot.” Jenna raised her brows, her blue eyes wide with delight.
Amy pulled Jenna into a chair. “Sit your hot bod down before you set the place on fire.”
“Wait. I want Sky’s opinion. Sky?” Jenna pushed.
“I think you always look hot,” Sky said honestly. “It’s a little tight, but if you feel good in it…”
“A little tight?” Jenna frowned. “I was kind of hoping you’d say that these two preggos were wrong. They want me to go maternity clothes shopping, and I want to look sexy for Pete. I don’t think I’ll be my hot and sexy self in maternity clothes.” She fluttered her lashes like she was teasing, but Sky knew Jenna probably did worry about those things.
“Pete would think you were sexy wearing a muumuu,” Sky assured her. “He adores you.”
Bella pulled a few pieces of paper from the basket and silently read one after another, and Sky’s stomach knotted with each one. She shouldn’t have brought the basket home. She didn’t know what it meant that Sawyer said he wasn’t the P-town poet, but the more she tried to let it go, the more she wanted answers to how his words had ended up in Cree’s hands.
“Petey does, doesn’t he?” Jenna said happily. “I guess it’s time to go maternity clothes shopping after all.”
“Why do you listen to Sky and not to us?” Amy asked.
