Perfect Risk (Mason Creek #1) - C.A. Harms Page 0,67

if he was preparing for me to run away and I couldn’t imagine why he’d think so. My favorite place to be was in his arms. Honestly is was the one place I felt hopeful and happy, like nothing else could touch me.

“Move in with me.”

I stared at him, unsure if I heard him or if it was only wishful thinking.

“I’m at your place or you’re at mine nightly, and it’s crazy because come on Sadie, we are only across the driveway from one another.”

I let him talk, but held my composure on the inside I was that love sick girl Miley had just described only a few minutes ago.

“I know you Sadie, and no one has ever known me the way you do.” With his free hand he cupped the side of my face and I leaned into his touch. “I love you and I want to share my life with you. I built my home thinking that if I made it perfect and added everything I could ever imagine I’d be happy. But the truth is there is still something missing.”

“What?”

“You,” he kissed me softly, his forehead coming to rest against mine. “It not the perfect kitchen, or vaulted ceiling with window that overlook the mountains that make a home a home. It who you share it with, and I there’s no one I’d rather share it all with than you.”

My eyes were clouded with unshed tears and I wanted to respond, truly I did, but my throat was clogged with emotions.

“I want to wake up with you in my arms every morning,” he whispered. The music still played around us, the sounds of people talking loudly, but all I’d seen was him, all I heard was him. “Please, Sadie say something.”

I nodded, gripping his face in my hands I pressed my lips to his and kissed him. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’ll move in with you.”

Maybe it was quick, but I didn’t care, why wait? I knew what I wanted and I wanted him.

Suddenly I am lifted off the ground and he is spinning around in a circle. My hand thrown back I laughed, before slowly sliding down his body. “I love you baby.” He kissed me once more. “I love you so damn much.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Wyatt

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With my hands linking with hers, I held them both positioned above her head. My hips fitting perfectly between her parted legs I moved slowly against Sadie, seeing her lips part and her back arch off the bed beneath us.

It had only been a week since we moved all her things into my home, our home.

Seeing her things mixed in with mine made me crazy with satisfaction. A sense of possessiveness that I was powerless against. I had the most amazing woman, her love and one day I’d have her as my wife. I was sure of that, because Sadie and I belonged together.

She opened her eyes, looking up at me and I was in awe. Not only because she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, but because she held my heart in the palm of her hand. With just a smile I felt like I had everything.

Lifting her hands she placed her palms to my chest and began moving them along my sides. Her legs wrapped around my waist, I picked up the pace and when she moaned it lit a fire inside of me. I wanted to hear that sound over and over again.

Sadie began to pant and I pushed in deeper, loving the way she gave herself over to me. The intimacy I shared with her was so much more than physical and I knew I sounded like a girl, but I’d never felt the kind of connection I felt with Sadie. She was everything and more.

Shifting her hips to meet my own I knew she was close and I wasn’t too far behind her. I wanted to make it last, make love to her all night long but the second her body tightened around mine, I had no control. Together we fell over the edge, and I got lost in the euphoric feelings that wiped through me.

“Are you sure about this?” Sadie held my hand as we walked up the driveway toward her parents’ house. “She appeared more nervous than I felt, Burt, her father, was not a bad guy. Prior to now I’d always gotten along with him. I knew the tension between us now was because I was dating his daughter and he