A fire lights his eyes. “You got it.”
Chapter21
Gage
The second we walk into my apartment, I take Becca by the hand and lead her to the bathroom.
She giggles. “Where are we going?”
“You said you needed a shower.”
I flip on the light and turn on the water in my rainfall shower. I spin around to face her and unbutton my shirt. I can’t believe how tonight went. It was fucking perfect.Shewas fucking perfect.
My cousins and siblings loved her. As we were leaving the club, Maya and Millie pulled me aside to tell me how much they adored her. Maybe it’s weird that my family liking Becca intensifies my feelings for her. But it’s true. I want to be with someone I’m nuts aboutandwho my family loves.
My chest swells yet again. Becca is special. I knew that from the moment I met her. But now that we’re a couple, and now that I’ve seen her with my family, I feel myself doing something I haven’t done often in my past relationships: I’m starting to picture a future together.
I blink and see a split-second image of Becca in a flowy white dress—a wedding dress.
It disappears as quickly as it flashed in my head, but I can’t ignore it. Yeah, we’ve only been together for a few weeks, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is how we feel about each other. And being with Becca feels right.
She watches me start to undress. Those doe eyes ignite in a heated stare. She starts to undo the buttons with me.
“You’re joining me?” she asks with a teasing smile.
“If that’s okay with you?”
She leans forward, dusting a kiss on my lips. When she gives my bottom lip a gentle bite and licks the spot, my knees buckle.
“More than okay.” She shoves my shirt off my shoulders and tugs my belt loose. My jeans fall to the floor, and I’m left standing in my boxers.
I pull off her tank top and unbutton her shorts. Seeing her in matching black lace panties and bra has me drooling.
“God, you’re fucking incredible,” I growl as I grip her hips and pull her against me. “So fucking cute and sexy at the same time,” I say between kisses.
She runs her fingers through my hair. When she pulls, I groan at the sharp pain.
“Do it again. Harder,” I command against her lips. I slip my hand between her legs. She’s soaking wet, and that makes me hard as titanium.
“You like that?” she asks, her breath ragged. “When I get rough with you?”
“Fuck yeah, I like that. It’s the hottest thing in the world to see you get rough, angel.”
She wobbles, her eyes dazed. Her legs tremble, and she leans against me even more. I don’t know if it’s what I’ve said or the way I’m working her in my hand. Maybe it’s both. All I know is that I love seeing her like this: aching with pleasure, barely able to stand up straight.
I peel away her panties and unhook her bra, then kick off my boxers. I stick my hand in the stream of water, happy to feel it’s the perfect temperature.
I lead her into the shower. Once we’re under the stream, I get to work cleaning her up. I shampoo her hair, taking my time while I massage her scalp. Her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“That feels amazing, Gage.”
My chest squeezes at the sight of Becca so blissed out, so happy. And that’s when I realize how much seeing her happy means to me. When she’s happy, I’m happy.
I swallow back the surge of emotion rising within me and soap her body. I glide my hand between her legs once more. She grips my shoulders with both of her hands as she starts to pant.
“Gage…”
Her eyebrows crash together, the look in her eyes dazed. I move my fingers faster. She’s close. I can feel it.
