Page 60 of Sparks Fly

I swallowed. “You’re the problem.”

She laughed softly and climbed back up before kissing me hard like she was proud of herself. Her hips rolled slowly and deliberately while she ground against my lap, now that she knew exactly what she was doing to me, and I let her.

God, I would let her do whatever she wanted.

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20

Addison

I barely gave Sawyer time to breathe before I shifted us, pushing her back onto the mattress.

My knees bracketed her hips, and my palms pressed beside her shoulders as I looked down at her. Her lips were swollen, her breathing uneven, and the dark want in her eyes made something inside me snap.

No easing into it. No second-guessing.

I kissed her hard, taking her mouth like I already knew she would meet me there. She did, pulling a low, wrecked sound from somewhere deep in her chest.

I rolled my hips against her, slow and deliberate, and she groaned beneath me.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “Addie—”

The sound of my name on her tongue sent heat curling low in my body. I ground down again, harder this time, chasing it, chasing the friction, chasing the ache that was starting to feel almost unbearable. Her hands slid up my thighs, gripping, like she needed the anchor, like she was trying not to move too much because if she did she might not stop.

I kissed her again and dragged my mouth down her jaw, her throat, then back to her lips, everywhere I could reach. I wanted her breathless. Wanted her undone.

“God,” she groaned, her voice rough now. “You feel so fucking good.”

I smiled against her mouth and kept moving. My hands slid over her shoulders and her chest, my thumbs brushing slow and teasing. Every reaction she gave me, every gasp and hitch of breath, went straight through me and made me bolder.

This was my first time like this, with a woman, with her, and I wanted everything. I ground down again and Sawyer’s composure cracked just a little. Her hips lifted without permission, chasing mine, chasing more.

“Baby, fuck—” she muttered, her eyes squeezed shut. “Addison, I’m—”

She stopped herself. I felt it. The restraint. The effort. That almost undid me. I kissed her harder and swallowed her words, my body moving on instinct now. My moan slipped out before I could stop it, hot and needy, and the sound seemed to snap something loose in her.

Her hands slid up my back and gripped tight. “Fuck,” she said, barely controlled. “You’re going to kill me.”

I laughed softly, breathless. “Good.”

I rolled my hips again, slower now, deliberate, drawing it out. I wanted to stay right here where everything was sharp and electric and new. God, I wanted her to fuck me. The thought hit me so hard my breath stuttered.

I leaned down, pressing my forehead to hers, my mouth hovering just over her lips. “Sawyer…” I whispered, the word thick and loaded. One more word sat right behind it, please, aching to be said.

I felt her freeze. Not pulling away. Not panicking. Just choosing. Her hands slid up my arms, firm but gentle, grounding me. She kissed my forehead, my cheek, my mouth, slower now, steadier.

“Hey,” she murmured, her voice low and careful. “I know.”

That was all she said, and somehow that was everything. She kissed me again, unhurried, her hands holding me like she wasn’t letting this tip into something rushed, like she knew exactly how much I wanted and wasn’t going to take it just because she could.

I exhaled against her mouth, the ache still there, still loud, but softened by the way she touched me. “Stay,” I whispered instead.

Her hands tightened at my back. “I am.”

So I stayed right there on top of her, grinding slow and deep, our mouths never still and our bodies pressed close, want humming between us, hot and relentless but held in place. Not because we couldn’t go further. Because we would. Just not tonight.

Somehow that made it worse and better at the same time.