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“Oh, baby doll.”
I lace my fingers through her hair and then grab a handful, holding her steady so our gazes are locked.
“Let’s get this straight. No one’s touching you but me. Got it?”
“Gage –”
“Do you understand?” I ask forcefully.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
I place my hand on her knee and my thumb brushes against a jagged patch of skin. I look down and there’s a red line from a cut or scrape. I drop to my knees before her, rage building as I inspect her legs. That shit is all over.
“What the fuck?”
“Calm down,Reaper. I cut myself shaving.”
I look closer and decide it’s plausible. Then it hits me that I’m kneeling between her legs, her soft, supple flesh in my hands. I can’t resist. I trail my fingers lightly up her calf and pause at the back of her knee, making small circles with my fingers. Her sharp intake of breath urges me on, so I take her ankle and gently kiss my way up.
“Did you shave anywhere else?”
“Yes,” she says, her breaths coming hard and fast.
“Where?”
I sink my teeth into the flesh just above her knee and she gasps.
“My underarms.”
Little tease. With a smile, I do the same to the next leg. She curls her fingers into my hair with a moan.
“Anywhere else?”
“Mm hmm.”
I kiss my way farther up. Her legs tremble and she whimpers. I smell her. I’m so fucking close; I can almost taste her. Jesus Christ, a woman has never smelled this good to me before.
“Here?” I take a deep breath and lift my head before I do something I shouldn’t. She’s staring down at me, eyes hooded, lips parted, chest heaving. I feel like all the blood in my body has pooled into my dick and it’s about to explode. I slide my fingers into her hair and pull her closer until her lips are an inch from mine. “Well?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
Jesus.
“Bare?”
“Yes.”
Jesus Christ.
“You’re going to kill me, Raven.”
I kiss her softly, savoring her taste. Her lips part and I slip my tongue inside. She wraps her arms around my neck, whimpering as our tongues tangle. I leave her lips, kissing down her neck and sternum. She quivers, whispering my name. I swear, every time I touch her, she makes me feel like the biggest, baddest motherfucker on the planet. God, I can’t wait to sink my dick deep inside her. I rest my forehead on her chest and try to get my body back in check. Hard enough to do without her tits a breath away from my lips. I put some space between us, but she keeps her hands on my shoulders.
“Gage, will you hold me? Please?”
“Hold you?”
