Page 145 of Sage Haven
I laid her back gently, hovering over her, letting her see everything I felt in my eyes.
She was mine and I was hers.
Even if neither of us could say it yet.
I stripped off my shirt, letting it fall to the floor without care.
Her eyes traced every inch of my body, wide and reverent. And it lit something dangerous inside me.
I reached for the hem of her dress, dragging it slowly up her thighs, watching the way her breath hitched.
She didn’t stop me.
Didn’t protest.
When I finally bared her completely, I sat back for a moment.
Taking her in.
Committing every inch of her to memory.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured.
Her cheeks flushed.
She shook her head.
I smirked. “You are.”
And I kissed her again before she could argue.
The heat between us was sharp now.
Every touch, every breath, every sound pushing us closer to something we couldn’t come back from.
And I didn’t want to come back.
I wanted to burn.
With her.
I slid my hand between her legs, teasing, testing.
She was already wet. Already trembling.
Her hips arched into my touch, her moan soft and needy.
“You’re mine,” I said against her skin.
She nodded.
And for once in my life—I believed it.
She gasped into my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders, clinging to me like she was terrified of what this meant.
And she should be.
Because this wasn’t just desire.
