Page 77 of Forty, Flirty & Fall Inn

"Hold still."He carefully untangles me, and I can feel him trying not to laugh."There."

"My hero," I say, then look down at my chest."Oh god."

"What?"

"I'm wearing my laundry day bra."

It's beige, practical, and has a coffee stain on one cup from that incident last week I don't want to think about.

"It's seen better days," I admit, wanting to die.

"I don't care."

"Really?Because I have nicer ones.Somewhere.Probably."

"Sage."He cups my face, making me look at him."I don't care about your bra.I care about you."

"That's...that's a very nice thing to say."

"It's true."

"Even with the coffee stain?"

"Especially with the coffee stain."

I kiss him then, pouring everything I can't say into it.My guilt, my want, my growing feelings that terrify me more than any foreclosure notice.

We make it to the bed, breathing hard from equal parts arousal and awkward athleticism, and I can't stop smiling even though my pulse is a war drum in my ears.

Luke looks down at me like I’m something sacred and sinful all at once.

“You sure?”he asks, voice low, rough, barely holding back.

I nod, throat tight with need.“I don’t want to think anymore.I just want this.I want you.”

“Good,” he says, stripping off the last of his clothes with a kind of precision that shouldn't be hot but is.“Because I plan on fucking you so thoroughly you won’t remember your own name.”

Oh.

Well, then.

My laugh turns into a gasp when he climbs over me, palms braced on either side of my head.His body is all sleek muscle and coiled tension, the heat of him a sharp contrast to the November chill still lingering in the air.

He kisses me—deep, wet, and slow—before dragging his lips to my ear.

“I’ve been dying to get you under me.Hear you beg.Feel you shake.”

I bite my lip, already writhing beneath him.“Then what are you waiting for?”

His smile is wicked, sharp.“Permission.”

“You have it.Every kind.”

That’s all it takes.

His mouth is on my neck, biting and licking a path down my collarbone, and when he yanks my panties down, he groans like he's been starved.

“Fuck, Sage.You’re soaked.”