Page 30 of Luckiest Love
“What is this from?”
She took a deep breath and he stood up straight, and lifted an eyebrow.
“I had a heart transplant when I was thirteen. My heart wasn’t good. And it was the only thing I could do. I got a second chance and it took me a long time to be okay with it. Because someone had to die for me to live. And I haven’t taken it for granted. I have tried to live everyday for the person who lost their life.”
Gage looked into her eyes, “I’m so sorry Honor. I can’t even imagine. I’m grateful that something good came out of something bad.”
Honor sucked in her breath, “Thank you. I am fine now. I’m sorry about your sister. I heard you tell Truth about her..”
Gage smiled, “I didn’t give much of myself away. I have shut a lot of me down after Renee died and I never thought it could be woken again. I was so wrong.”
Honor hugged him, “I am so glad it’s awake now.”
He put his finger under her chin and lifted her face to his, “I am too. I love you Honor. More than my own life.”
Honor grinned, “I love you too,” and he leaned down and kissed her smiling face.
He lifted her in his arms, “I’m making you mine today. Unless you want me to stop.”
She shook her head, “Why do you think I came in this?”
He growled at her and she touched his bare chest, “It’s better than you are. I’m at least dressed.”
She leaned forward and kissed his chest softly and he grabbed her long hair in his hand and she let out a soft moan when he lifted her head to his and took her lips in a kiss.
He stopped moving on the stairs and just kissed her and then he pulled away from her lips and rushed to his room, putting her on his bed after kicking the door shut.
He came down over top of her and she kicked her shoes off, leaving them on the floor.
He kept her hair in his fist as he tilted her head back to kiss him deeper.
Their tongues played and dueled and he loved how she rubbed her body against his.
His cock was snug between her legs and her short little dress was already baring her barely there lace panties.
He moved his hips back and forth and her hips lifted over and over as if needing friction and he would absolutely give it to her.
He pulled back from her, “I want you naked.”
She nodded and he leaned his body off her and let her hair slip from his fingers.
She sat up slightly and he saw the small zipper in the back of her dress and he pulled it down and saw that she was wearing a tiny bra that barely covered her nipples.
Her scar went right between them and was white with age.
He kissed that scar, knowing that if she didn’t have it, she wouldn’t be here right now.
He noticed a small clasp right between her breasts and flicked it and the bra fell open, letting her breasts be free.
They were full and round and looked like they were topped with little red cherries, and he sucked one into his mouth.
Her back arched as his tongue flicked over that small bud and he circled it over and over, and her fingers buried themselves in his hair.
He moved over to the other breast and sucked that little morsel into his mouth and she moaned as he did.
He bit the nipple softly and she arched hard, crying out his name.
He let her breast go with a pop and kissed his way down her belly, pulling her tiny scraps of lace down her legs and then he used his hands to hold her legs open.
