Page 128 of Somehow You Knew

As soon as we get back to the apartment, Gage pins me up against the door. “I need you, Spitfire,” he says as he yanks his shirt over his head, revealing that inked chest and lean physique that I can’t get enough of.

I toss my shirt to the side and slide my shorts and underwear down my legs. “I need you too.”

Not wasting one more second, Gage crashes into me. His hands are everywhere, his lips tease my skin and kiss me so deeply that I can barely breathe when he lets me come up for air. I help him take off his pants and briefs and then he’s back on my mouth, claiming me and kissing me like he thought he’d never get the chance to again. When he lifts me up and pins me to the door, I feel his cock pressing against my pussy, ready to slide inside.

“Gage…”

“Can I take you like this, Hazel? Can I take you with nothing between us?”

I nod. “Yes.”

Hepresses himself up and we both gasp as he enters me with very little resistance. “Fuck,” he groans. “God damn, Hazel. You have no idea what you do to me.”

I hold his face in my hands as he fucks me at a relentless pace. “I do. I feel it too.”

“I fucking love you,” he says, resting his forehead on mine.

“I love you too.”

Gage swivels his hips on his next drive, hitting something inside of me that has me gasping for air. He does it again, over and over until I’m screaming through my orgasm, and moments later he finds his own.

Once we’ve showered and cleaned up, Gage guides me to lie in bed with him. My body is spent, but my mind is still reeling with so many questions.

“Were you in Florida while you were gone?”

Gage chuckles. “Where else would I have gone?”

“I don’t know,” I say, drawing circles on his chest with my finger.

“I had to go see Dr. Miranda.”

“I want to meet her.”

He kisses my forehead. “Then we will make it happen.”

“What did she say?”

“She’s going to adjust my meds. This episode wasn’t as bad as the one I had the week my aunt died, so…”

I lift my head from his chest. “Oh my God. That’s why you weren’t here, wasn’t it?”

He nods. “Yeah, baby. And it killed me.”

“I’m sorry for making you feel like shit about that.”

He strokes my cheek. “You didn’t know.”

Sighing, I lay my head back down on his chest. “Does your doctor think a new medication will help?”

“It’s the next logical step. But if things get worse…”

“We’ll handle them together,” I say before he can finish his thought.

His arms squeeze me tighter to him. “Be patient with me, Hazel. Please. This is all new to me, sharing this part of my life with someone.”

“Your aunt knew though.”

“Yeah, she did.”

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