Page 72 of Damaged Mogul
His eyes lower to my legs.
When they meet mine, the same hunger I saw earlier in the storage room returns in full force.
Oh boy.
“I can carry you,” he says.
“We are not making another scene.” My tone is firm.
He regards me for a beat.
Gage has that sullen, yet oh-so-scorching-hotje ne sais quoithing going on right now.
He nods. “Okay.”
That’s all it took for the beast to back down?
I give myself an internal high five.
He sweeps me off my feet, bride-style. “You said not to make a scene. I’m not making a scene. This way, you can keep up with me… short legs, sky-high heels, and all.”
I roll my eyes.
I lace my arms around his neck for stability.
I love being this close to him.
“I’m eager to get you behind closed doors.”
My hormones ricochet through my body like the balls in a pinball machine.
I don’t understand this magnetic pull between us.
Gage drops me to my feet when we reach the door. He does it with so much care. It’s not what I would expect from this gruff, grumpy giant.
I adjust my outfit that’s gone askew.
“I wouldn’t worry too much about that if I were you,” he says. “As sexy as it is, you won’t be wearing thatoutfit for much longer. The sooner I have my mouth on your pussy, the happier I’ll be.”
Blink.
Blink.
Blink.
He’s a serious as a heart attack.
My heart is pounding against my chest way too hard for me to respond, so I stare at him.
“I’m not one to pussyfoot, Lily.”
I guess not.
He grabs me by the hand, and pulls me inside the hotel, forcing me out of my stupor.
The lobby is animated with travelers coming and going.
I don’t know why, but I search the crowd, expecting to see Michaela’s friendly face. It’s stupid, since we left her at the party.
