I glide my hand down his chest, anxious to find out what it feels like to do this same movement against his bare skin.
“You said before that you weren’t ready for anything romantic,” Gage says with his eyes closed, like he’s summoning the power to talk while I touch him. “You said your breakup was too recent…”
“I did say that.” I press a kiss to his chest. “But I feel differently now. Seeing Ben last night made me realize how done I am with him. I’m done letting my past with him dictate what I choose to do with my life now.”
His eyes open, and he looks down at me.
“I like you, Gage. I’m so attracted to you, it’s nuts. And I want you. Right now.”
I slip my hand underneath his shirt. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head as I feel the heat of his soft skin and the firmness underneath.
His mouth curves up, and he runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’ve been wanting this—wantingyoufor so long, Becca. Pretty much ever since I met you.”
I lean up and dust a kiss to his lips. Something wild flashes in his eyes. It’s like the touch of my lips sets him off. In a split second, his hand falls to my waist, and he pulls me against him so I’m flush with his body. And then he kisses me, his tongue diving into my mouth like he’s dying and the only way to stay alive is to kiss me over and over and over.
My hands fly to his hair. I tug the thick, black-brown strands like I’m holding on for dear life as our tongues tease and lick and tangle.
We pick up right where we left off during our first kiss. This time, there are no tentative, slow touches. Our tongues go full-on filthy.
“Grind on me again,” Gage growls against my mouth. “I want you to work yourself all over me.”
I moan into his mouth as I hook my leg over his hip so that my crotch is pressed against his thigh. Against my other leg, I feel that unmistakable hardness. He’s rock hard. My mouth waters in anticipation of seeing, tasting, and feeling that part of him very, very soon.
I do what he tells me—what I’ve been aching to do for so long. I move back and forth against his thick, muscled leg, the ache inside of me deepening despite the fabric barrier of my panties and his boxers.
Gage cradles my face with his hand as he kisses me so hard, I can barely breathe. He digs his fingers into my hips as I move faster and harder against him.
“Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about you? About you doing this? You rubbing your perfect pussy against me, making yourself come…”
I nip at his bottom lip, and he growls. “Probably as many times as I have.”
His grin turns devilish as he leads me to his mouth once more. When his grip slides from my hip to my butt, I groan in approval.
“You’re gonna come so hard on me, Becca. And then I’m gonna make you come even harder with my mouth. And then even harder on my dick.”
I gasp as a sizzling wave of pleasure swells inside of me. Just like the first time we did this together, Gage’s words get me insanely hot. I can feel the intensity build and build to an inevitable peak. I work myself faster and harder against his leg, burying my face in his shoulder as I groan and whimper. Between my legs, the pleasure throbs hot. My clit is pulsing so hard as I sprint toward climax, I can barely take it.
I turn feral, biting the meaty part of Gage’s shoulder. He growls, then laughs.
“Bite as hard as you need to. Use me. Leave your mark on me. I fucking love feeling you get rough with me.”
His words are like a flame dropped into a vat of fireworks. My orgasm takes hold, and I explode. I writhe and shake against Gage, muffling my screams against his shoulder.
He licks and kisses and lightly bites the side of my neck while I come. My entire body is tingling and throbbing at once. The pleasure is too much. Waves of ecstasy crash through me, leaving me shuddering against Gage.
When I loosen around him, he leans back, his hands still holding me by the waist.
A satisfied smile pulls at his lips. “Good?”
“So good.”
In one smooth movement, he rips his shirt off before sliding me on my back and hovering over me. When he kisses each of my breasts over my T-shirt, I shiver.
“H-how are you so good? You’re making me go wild, and you’re not even touching my skin.”
A smug grin is his answer. He slowly pulls my shirt over my head, lowers his head to each of my breasts, and repeats the slow teasing kisses from seconds ago. I make a hissing noise. It feels so freaking good.
Gage takes his time, his tongue moving slowly, softly, firmly. As soon as he starts to kiss down my stomach, all the muscles in my torso tense in anticipation of what he’s about to do. His hot, wet breath sheets across my inner thighs and between my legs. Gage hasn’t even touched me there yet, and already I’m vibrating with pleasure, with the need to feel his tongue on me.
