Page 80 of Sparks Fly

A slow smile spread across her face. “Only three?” she teased.

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up.”

Sawyer stepped closer and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You don’t have to be nervous,” she said quietly.

“I know,” I told her.

I wasn’t nervous because I didn’t trust her, I was nervous because I did. I wanted this. I wanted her.

I set my bag down, reached for her hand and walked into the living room.

I took a slow breath and reached for the zipper on my hoodie.

Sawyer’s eyes followed the movement. “Addison,” she said, her voice dropping slightly.

“Just let me do this before I lose my nerve,” I replied.

The corner of her mouth twitched. I unzipped it all the way and pushed it off my shoulders. Silence followed. Sawyer just stared.

The glass in her hand lowered slightly as her eyes moved over me. “Jesus Christ,” she breathed.

Heat flooded my face instantly. Every instinct I had told me to cross my arms, make a joke, or grab the sweatshirt and pull it back on. Instead, I stayed where I was. I let her look. I didn’t hide.

“You hate it?” I asked, trying for confidence and not entirely succeeding.

Sawyer laughed softly. “Hate it?” she repeated.

Her gaze lifted back to mine.

“Baby, I think I stopped breathing,” she admitted.

My heart did something dangerous inside my chest.

“Good,” I said, smiling despite myself.

Sawyer crossed the remaining distance between us and rested her hands carefully on my waist.

“You’re beautiful,” she said.

The sincerity in her voice hit harder than the staring had.

I looked up at her and felt something inside me finally settle. Not because I wasn’t scared anymore. Because I was done letting fear run the show.

“Take me to bed.” I said.

“Happily,” she said, her voice low as she laced her fingers through mine and pulled me toward her bedroom.

She kissed me as she walked me back, slow and distracting, until the backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed. I barely had time to react before she guided me down, her body following, climbing over me like she already knew exactly where she wanted to be.

Her knee slid between my thighs, pressing just right as she kissed me, I gasped. The pressure pulled a moan from me before I could stop it, my hips shifting instinctively against her leg.

“Please,” I breathed, the word slipping out without thought.

Her mouth curved against mine like she liked that.

Her hands moved to my back, fingers finding the clasp of my bra and undoing it in one smooth motion. She dragged it off me, tossing it somewhere behind us before her hands came back—warm, firm, everywhere at once.

“Fuck…” she murmured, her voice rough now as she cupped my breasts, her thumbs brushing over my nipples like she couldn’t help herself. “So perfect.”