“Check out the view.” I look up at the stars all glistening bright above us. “It’s beautiful.”
“It is,” she breathes.
She plops down beside me and I use the other blanket to lay across our legs. We lie back side by side. Her hand finds mine before threading our fingers together.
“Can we stay here forever?” she murmurs. “I love it.”
“I love it too.”
Talking is easy with Sage and all the easy stuff gets covered without effort. Movies, childhood pastimes, funny people we’ve run across in our lives. For probably hours, we enjoy this little slice of heaven together. Eventually, I grow bored of looking up when I could just look at her. I roll onto my side and admire her as she stargazes. The serenity on her face has that surge of pride once again soaring through me. Nervous, shy, awkward Sage is relaxed and happy here. I reach over and brush her hair from her face.
“Sage,” I murmur, my voice husky with the need to kiss her.
Her head turns and her hooded eyes meet mine. “Hmmm?”
“I really like you.”
“I really like you too.” She smiles sweetly at me. “This is the best do-over date. It is perfect.”
Leaning closer, I admire her pretty face and inhale her sweet scent. “Not quite perfect.”
“It couldn’t get any better than this,” she whispers.
I inch closer until my lips are hovering over hers. “It could. Want to see?”
“Yes.”
Pressing my lips to hers, I take a moment to enjoy the softness against mine. Her lips part though and I can’t wait to taste her. My tongue eagerly searches hers. The moment her sweetness slides across my tongue, I let out a groan of pleasure. I slide one hand into her silky hair and grip her gently, so I can angle her head the way I want her. Her kiss grows just as eager as mine.
Oh, God, she’s so fucking perfect.
I kiss her deeper, loving the way her fingers dig into my shoulders as she tries to pull me closer. My body aches to push against hers. She lets out a small moan that has heat rushing down my spine, straight to my cock. I urge my thigh between hers in an effort to get even nearer to her.
Fire seems to burn wild between us.
An unstoppable inferno.
I want to go slow with her. Learn every part of her bit by bit. At the same time, I want to consume her in one instant. The dizzying madness of those polar opposite thoughts has me pulling away slightly.
Her green eyes are nearly manic as she regards me with hunger. I drop my stare to her swollen, plump lips. Leaning forward, I nip at the bottom one.
“Mars,” she whimpers.
She wants more too.
I need to go slow, though.
Savor my sweet Sage.
Pecking kisses all over her face, I try to quell the burning inside me. But my effort to preserve the innocence of the moment has me running my tongue along her jaw to her earlobe. She moans loud enough I’m sure both Ashton Hills and Duncan residents heard. I suck her earlobe into my mouth.
“Mars,” she cries out.
I lick at the skin on her neck, below her ear, and then bite it gently. “I want you so bad I can barely stand it,” I admit. “I want to keep you here all night, kissing and sucking on your sweet neck.” The thought of her going to school Monday with a purple love bite on her throat, marking her as mine, has a growl of possessiveness rumbling through me. I suck the flesh and then tease it with my tongue.
“Oh God,” she breathes. “That feels good.”
Her fingers dive into my hair, messing it up, as she writhes beneath me.
I taste and suck her throat some more. A feral need to mark her overcomes me. I feast on her pretty throat and try to keep my eager hands from roaming. Eventually, though, my hand wins and I tentatively cup her breast over her hoodie.
“Sage, I—”
Her phone starts blaring a song, interrupting us. I fly off her as she scrambles to pull her phone from her back pocket.
“It’s my mom,” she squeaks before answering. “Hello?”
I can practically hear her mother yelling through the phone. It’s then I check my own phone. It’s just after two in the morning.
Fuck.
We spent hours under the stars and God knows how long making out.
“I’m on my way, Mom. I’m sorry.” She hangs up and stands quickly. “We have to go.”
Disappointment surges through me but I nod and rise to my feet. “Of course.”
Why does time with Sage never feel long enough?
Sage
My mind is full of incessant buzzing and chatter. It’s so loud I barely mutter a goodbye to Mars as I bolt from the safety of his big metal beast. I look over my shoulder when I get to the porch, and give a small wave, before I feel a surge of air from the front doors swinging open.