Page 53 of Save a Wish

I reached behind me to grab the condom I’d placed on the window sill when I’d filled the tub. I tore it open, but then Sadie took it, motioned for me to lift up out of the water, and made quick work of sheathing me.

“Make love to me, Beckett,” she whispered.

That was a command I was happy to follow.

I slipped my hands under Sadie’s bottom and coaxed her closer, but she took control and lowered onto me in a slow glide that pulled a moan from me.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me.”

She hummed in response then moved up and down. Within moments, the slow pace she’d begun turned into us both moving together at a frenzied pace. Water spilled over the edges of the tub, but I didn’t give a shit. All I cared about was melding our bodies, becoming one with Sadie, making her chant my name as if it was the only word she knew.

“Beckett . . .” she rasped. “Oh, my . . . Beckett . . . Beckett . . .” She threw her head back, that mane of wet, red hair slithering over her shoulders like bright seaweed. She set me on fire as the walls of her core pulsed around me.

We fanned the flames higher, higher with each thrust until all my muscles tightened and I found my release as Sadie’s orgasm reached its explosion point. We rode the spray of sparks together until we were both reduced to ash.

Sadie collapsed against me and I leaned against the back of the tub, my arms wrapped around her. We breathed together for a few, long moments until I slid out of her. The satisfied sigh that escaped from Sadie’s throat sent a zing of male pride through me. I’d put her in this satiated state. Me. Beckett Hartley. And if things went the way I wanted them to, we’d be in this scenario many more times in the future.

“I . . . I never knew it could be like this.” Sadie lifted her head, her chin resting on my chest so she could look me in the eye. “Beckett, that was incredible. Thank you.”

Not one of my previous partners had thanked me after we’d had sex. I enjoyed the expression of gratitude, especially because Sadie was the one saying it.

“It takes two people to do what we just did,” I said, “so thank you as well.” Post-sex politeness. Who would have thought that was a thing?

Or that it would be an aphrodisiac? Because, yeah, I desired Sadie even more now.

She shifted so she was sitting in front of me, corralled by my legs and her back against my front. She reclined against me as I used my foot to turn on the faucet and add more hot water to the lukewarm bath.

“This bathroom might be my favorite spot in all of Greenridge,” Sadie said.

“Oh, but you haven’t experienced my king-sized bed in the master bedroom yet.” I gathered her hair and let it rest on her right shoulder so I could nibble a trail along her left one. When I arrived at her ear, I whispered, “Memory foam, dual-zone temperature control . . .”

“We’ll definitely have to explore your bedroom then,” Sadie said.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” I nipped at her earlobe and she wriggled against me. “Keep moving like that, however, and we’ll never make it to the bedroom.”

Sadie giggled. Which did make her wriggle against me again and I moaned at the way her ass caressed my dick.

“Can you stay tonight?” I asked.

Sadie glanced over her shoulder at me, her brows furrowed. “Stay? Overnight?”

I nodded and tightened my hold on her. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Her gaze softened and she reached a hand back to cup my cheek. “I don’t want me to leave either.”

“So you’ll stay?”

“I’d love to,” she said, “but I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Of course you do,” I said. “If you said you wanted to leave, you’d be able to. I would probably beg a little because I like having you here, but ultimately, you decide what you want to do. I would never force you to do anything against your will.”

And the possibility that someone had forced her into something made that protective instinct flare up again.

Sadie swiveled a bit more so I could see her face better. Resting a hand on my chest, she said, “When I said I didn’t have a choice, I meant because you picked me up at the cabin tonight and brought me here. I don’t have a vehicle in which to escape.” She patted my cheek. “For the record: I do not wish to escape. I want to spend more time with you tonight, Beckett.” She stole a quick kiss. “I want to see your bedroom.”

“Oh. Right. I forgot I drove you here,” I said. “Even so, if you didn’t want to stay the night, I’d chauffeur you back to the cabin.”

“While I do adore Hank’s cabin,” Sadie began, “I get lonely there sometimes.”