Page 42 of Chasing I Do
“Because you’re not sure it’s your favorite yet?”
“Oh, I know what I want. I even know how I want it. I’m still deciding if I want extra frosting or not.”
Darcy’s arms slid around his neck, but those legs. Fuck, those mile-long legs wrapped around him, locking behind his back, and putting all of his good parts in full contact with hers. “Why don’t you try it this way first, and we can add some frosting later if you want.”
With a moan, Gage looked her dead in the eye. “Are you sure?”
He hoped to hell she said yes, because even though he was okay with calling it a night at the cake, if that was what she wanted, the walk to the car would be damn uncomfortable.
But Gage must have been the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet, because Darcy squeezed her legs, so impossibly tight that he could feel her heat press hard against his zipper, making his eyes roll to the back of his head, and everything else go rock solid. “So sure I can already feel it building.”
Gage had come here to celebrate Darcy, and since he wasn’t about to miss out on a single fucking second of her night, helowered his head and took her mouth without warning.
That kiss packed more punch than a nuclear power plant. It was one of those long-and-languid, gotta-make-it-count, I’ve-got-all-night-baby kind of kisses that a man gave a woman when he wanted to make it clear just how much tasting was about to go on.
This wasn’t a casual tasting, or even a see-how-it-feels-tomorrow one. Oh, no, this was a tasting that was going to last with her straight through next year. And, if he played his cards right, it would last until she forgot about his family, and their past, and couldn’t imagine making any more memories without him.
Because tonight wasn’t about closure, or atoning for the past. Tonight was about their time, finally taking hold of what was in front of them, and making it go the distance.
Only she moaned—into his mouth. This sweet mewling sound that was as needy as it was sexy, and Gage admitted right then, with Darcy’s heels biting into his ass, that if he didn’t get them to a flat surface soon, the table was as far as he’d make it.
As if reading his mind, she locked herself around his body and mumbled, “Bridal suite. Down the hall. Last door.”
Gage didn’t waste any time, hands on her incredible ass, mouth never leaving hers, he carried her across the kitchen. Darcy, determined to do her part, slid one of those hands, so soft and skilled, between them, giving him a massage that had him stumbling.
When he heard his zipper lower, and felt her warm skin slide beneath the waistband, his focus went hazy because all of the blood had rushed south.
Afraid they’d both wind up on the ground, he rested her on the kitchen table. “We aren’t going to make it if you keep that up.”
“I like keeping it up,” she said leaning back. “And I always liked the look of you at my kitchen table.” She pushed out a chair with the toe of her stiletto, then pushed him back into the seat. “Just like that.”
“And every time I sat at your kitchen table, just like this, while you were flirting around in your nonexistent sleeping shorts, I always imagined you straddling me.”
She reached out and loosened his tie. Taking both ends, she slowly tugged on it, pulling him upright in the chair. “I was not flirting around. I was cooking breakfast.”
“Ah huh, like you’re just helping me out of my tie.”
She gave a hard tug. “Oh no, right now, I’m flirting around.”
“Well, nothing says you’ve got your flirt on quite like straddling.” He patted his lap. “And if you wanted to make it crystal clear, it might help if you lost the dress first.”
Darcy turned around and coyly glanced over her shoulder.
Signal received, he ran his finger tip down her spine, stopping to watch her skin chill from the contact. When he reached the zipper, he gave one fluid tug, the teeth separated, and the dress parted in two, falling all the way to the floor—like he fucking knew it would—leaving Darcy in black panties.
No bra.
And Gage was a ninja master when it came to panties, because that scrap of black lace was nothing more than a freaking thong—and Gage’s life was complete.
“Jesus, had I known that was all you had on under there, I wouldn’t have waited for two hours.”
“Good things come to those who wait.” Darcy turned to face him, and even though she was having fun playing sex goddess, he could see the nerves in her eyes. Tell she was putting on that brave front for him.
He didn’t want her courage, he wanted to make her life easier. Brighter.
“They do.” This moment was all the proof he needed. “If you’re not ready, that’s okay.”
“It’s been a while,” she admitted, wrapping her arms around herself like a shield. “And I’m a little nervous.”
