Page 65 of Unexpected Love

Staying overnight had been an accident—we both have work this morning, and I didn’t bring any clothes with me. But considering I’d been exhausted before I got to Gage’s last night—and he made sure I came three times before he even came once—there was no hope of me getting out of that bed when we were done. I tried to get up to clean myself up in the bathroom but ended up passing out almost immediately.

His alarm had gone off this morning, waking both of us from a dead sleep—something that seemed to shock Gage more than I thought possible.

There’d been a brief moment of panic on my part when I realized I was wrapped in his arms, my back to his chest. But it turned to lust almost as quickly as the panic had appeared. The feel of Gage’s hard body behind me—and I do mean all of his hard body—had me moaning as soon as his lips touched my shoulder. The man had barely touched me, and I was already soaked.

“You’re ready for me already?” he whispers in my ear as his hips grind into my ass and his fingers slide over my clit.

“I’m always ready for you,” I moan.

He rolls away from me, causing the panic to show itself again, but it quickly fades when I hear him tear the condom wrapper and his arms are back around me as his lips trail a path from the pulse point at my neck to my shoulder. He plays with my clit for only a moment before he’s lifting my leg and sliding his hard length inside me. It’s slow and gentle—almost torturously so.

“Yes,” he moans. “You feel so good”

His fingers come back to my clit as his other hand snakes under me, coming up to play with my nipple. He pinches andthen soothes—a perfect rhythm in time with his strokes against my clit and his thrusts in and out of me.

He’s moving so slowly, but I feel my orgasm building. He’s winding me tighter and tighter, my body molding to his, my fingers gripping the pillow so tightly they almost hurt. I’ve never felt anything like this—like my entire body is on fire and might explode if he doesn’t move faster.

“Gage,” I beg. “Move, baby.”

“Trust me, Rebel.” His voice is so throaty; I know he’s on the verge of his own release. His pace picks up, the pressure on my clit and nipple increasing, but it’s his breath in my ear and the nip to my shoulder that has my back arching.

“Oh god, yes, right there,” I practically shout.

“That’s it.” He shifts behind me, pressing himself even closer, angling his hips to hit exactly where I need him most. “Let go, Ava.” It’s the sound of my name that pushes me over the edge. My orgasm so intense my entire body goes taught as the waves wash over me. I hear Gage’s release more than I feel it, so overcome with my own, I can’t focus on anything.

It’s minutes later when I come back down to earth. Gage is still wrapped around me—still buried inside me. I feel his heart pounding inside his chest and the light kiss he places on the skin where my neck and shoulder meet.

“You okay?” he asks so quietly I almost miss it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life,” I whisper back. “It’s never been like that for me.”

His arms around me tighten. “That was a first for me, too.”

Gage squeezes my hips, bringing me back to the present. “Hey, stop worrying,” he murmurs against my lips.

“I can’t stop worrying. This feels way more than casual.” I lean away from him slightly, wanting to see his face.

Proving he knows me well, he pulls back just enough to grant the unspoken request but not enough to give me room to run.

“Maybe it is.” He shrugs. “Would that be a bad thing?”

“I don’t know.” I play with the drawstring of the sweatshirt he’s wearing. “My life is still a mess.”

“I don’t mind the mess,” he jokes lightly.

“Gage.” I sigh.

“Look,” he interrupts before I can say more. “Isn’t it my decision if I’m willing to deal with the mess? It’s not like I’m blind to why your life got flipped upside down. If I’m willing to be part of it, does the rest really matter?”

I let go of the drawstring and raise my palms to cup his face. The roughness of his stubble against my hands has a shiver running up my spine from the memories of what it felt like between my thighs.Not what I want to be thinking about right now.

“I haven’t spoken to either of my parents since I left their house on Christmas Eve, but they’ve been calling. Practically non-stop,” I murmur, the worry clear in my voice. “I don’t know what they’ll do when they realize I was serious about moving here. They’re powerful people, Gage.”

“Okay. Then it’s even more of a reason to let me be in your corner. I’m not one to back down from a challenge. Unless this is something you really don’t want, I’m not going anywhere. If you don’t want to put a label on it or tell people, I’ll follow your lead.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “For now,” he whispers against me. “Do you really not want this?”

My hands fall from his face and move around his shoulder, pulling him in for a tight hug. “It scares me how much I want this,” I tell him honestly.

“It scares me, too. I’ve never had a serious relationship—I’ve never wanted one. But I want this with you.” He squeezes me. “It feels right with you.”

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