Page 83 of Unexpected Love

“I am madly in love with you, Gage Hunter Flynn.” I hold his face in both hands, ensuring he can see the truth behind my words. “You don’t have to do anything other than love me to keep me.”

“Loving you won’t be an issue,” he whispers just before his lips land back on mine in a kiss so deep I feel it in my bones.

His lips leave mine and start a path down my neck and over my collarbone. And even though he’s already paid close attention to my breasts, he still takes a moment to suck and nip at them before continuing down my torso, his hands working on the button and zipper of my jeans.

“I know you like it hard and fast, but I’m worshiping every inch of you tonight, so you’re gonna have to deal with slow for a bit.” And he proves just how slow he means as he sits up on his knees to remove my jeans and underwear, pulling them off inch by agonizing inch.

“Just know I’m going to get you back,” I groan as he peppers feather-light kisses up the inside of my leg.

“I can’t wait.” I hear the smirk in his voice and then feel it press against my thigh, so fucking close to where I need his touch most.

My core clenches. I feel like I’m on the brink of orgasm, and Gage has barely even touched me. I’ve never felt this desperate for another person’s touch, and I know no one else can ever make me feel this way again.

Gage is it for me.

I can’t stop my hips from bucking at the barest hint of Gage’s fingers sliding over my sex. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“Gage,” I whimper, his fingers stroking light circles over my clit. “I-I…” My words trail off, unable to form a coherent thought as his tongue drags across my slit.

“Just let go, Rebel. Trust that I’ve got you.” His heated breath puffs out against me, causing a shiver to run up my entire body.

I can’t form the words, but I trust Gage more than anyone else. So I do exactly what he says, and I let go. Forgetting everything else but the feel of his touch as his tongue focuses entirely on my clit and his fingers slide in and out, crooking slightly to hit the perfect spot on every thrust in.

It's barely thirty seconds before I’m coming, my entire body trembling with my release. Gage doesn’t let me come down from that high before he’s working me back up again—his fingers and tongue never leaving my skin.

My second orgasm comes like the first, with a third arriving right on its heels and with a scream. “Gage! Please. I-I need a second.” I push at his head, gasping for air.

He gives me the reprieve, but only so he can stand and remove his clothes. The look in his eyes—so dark with desire—proves my claims of needing a minute wrong if the clenching of my core is any indication. I can’t take my eyes off him as heremoves his shirt, his chiseled chest and abs coming into view. I want to run my tongue over every hard inch of him. Especially his cock once it pops free of his pants and briefs as he pushes them to the floor.

Gage moves to his nightstand, reaching for the drawer where he keeps the condoms, but I reach for him before he can take more than one step. “Wait.”

Concern floods his features. “What is it?”

“I’m on the pill, and I got tested a few weeks ago. After we…well, after we decided to keep sleeping together. I wanted to make sure I was clean in case we wanted to go without…” My words trail off as Gage leaps onto the bed, his body covering mine, every bare inch of skin touching, his hips cradled in mine.

“I had my annual physical a few weeks ago. I’m clean.”

“Me too,” I whisper.

His eyes bounce between mine. “Are you sure you want to?”

“Yes. I don’t want anything between us.”

“I’ve never had sex without a condom.”

“Me neither.”

His forehead falls against mine, and his hips shift, causing his cock to slide against my wet core, both of us moan at the feel.

Gage lifts his head, his eyes staring into mine. He supports his weight on one arm as he reaches between us and lines himself up with my center. “I am madly, deeply, irrevocably in love with you, Ava Margaret Day.” He punctuates that statement with a thrust of his hips and a devouring kiss, swallowing my cry of pleasure.

Gage’s deep and deliberate thrusts bring me right back to the edge faster than I want. I want this to be drawn out, but my entire body is on fire, and I can’t hold out. My orgasm rips through me in waves, my body squeezing tight around Gage everywhere we touch.

I pulse around him, my hips matching his thrust for thrust. His grip on my hips tightens, and the muscles in his back contract. His head falls forward into the crook of my neck, and he lets out a loud groan as he comes, hot and wet inside me.

He collapses on top of me for only a second before he rolls us to our sides, holding me close as we catch our breath.

Sex with Gage has always been phenomenal, out of this world even. But this moment with Gage has been life-changing. I’ll never be the same after tonight, and I’m perfectly content with that.

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