Page 44 of Chasing I Do
“Your shoes are killing me,” he moaned.
“Want me to take them off?”
“Fuck no.”
With a throaty laugh, she squeezed her legs even tighter, until there wasn’t any air left between them—and he was certain he’d have puncture wounds come tomorrow. And when the languid pace became too painful to sustain, Gage braced himself on an elbow, so he could stroke every inch of her, find every spot that made her gasp.
When he foundthespot, she didn’t just gasp, she gripped his hair and crushed her mouth to his. And damn, she could kiss. The mouth of an angel, the passion of a tornado.
Addicting combination.
“Now,” she said, biting his lower lip. “I wanted to be clear. I’m ready now.”
Perfect timing, since he was one stroke from losing it, and the little swivel action she did with her hips didn’t help his situation. Breathing became impossible. Holding back became impossible. His chest felt too big for his skin and his heart too full for his body.
He wanted to hold her to him and set her free all at the same time. So when she lifted her hips, he went in fast and deep. Sure, he wanted to make this last, wanted to blow away every “what-if” she’d had about them, but she was clenching again, thrusting those magnificent breasts out. And the pressure built. Hotter and higher.
He tried to keep himself in check, but her thighs tightened around his waist until he thought he’d pass out.
“Pink,” he said, the nickname only he’d ever used, and she opened her eyes and met his gaze straight on. She was looking at him as though he was her choice—and that was all it took.
She started to shake and she pushed down as he came up and then,holy fuck,then the sweetest sound ever came out of her mouth.
“Gage,” she cried. Not once, but several times. Each one gaining in volume and ferocity.
“I got you.”But do you have me?
He must have said it aloud, because she whispered, “I’ve always had you.”
With one final thrust, he pressed his face into the curve of her neck and let go. Loud and hard, his release shook him to the core, as if tearing him in two while putting him back together.
He rolled over, bringing Darcy with him as they both struggled to catch their breath.
When he was able to open his eyes, Darcy was resting on his chest, her smile tilted up at him.
“Hey there,” he said, picking up a strand of her hair and letting it slide through his fingers.
“You know what’s even better than day old cake?” She kissed his chest. “After-sex cake.”
“You know what follows after-sex cake?” He fisted his hand in her hair. “Eating the frosting. One. Lick. At. A. Time.”
Chapter 11
“It’s so sinful, I could lick every last drop.”
Stephanie Stone set her shot glass down and placed a dramatic hand to her flat stomach. She was dressed in a cropped pantsuit, strappy Jimmy Choos, and a handbag that cost more than Darcy’s mortgage. She was regal, refined, and so stunning Darcy had a hard time not staring.
Today was a perfect Portland afternoon for a tour and menu tasting. The roses were in full bloom, the sky was so clear they could see all the way to Mount Hood, and a cool breeze came off the Columbia River. Yet, Darcy was a nervous wreck.
Today wasn’t just any tasting, it was the Easton/Stone wedding menu tasting.
Outside of Gage, Rhett would be the first Easton she would reunite with. While things with Gage were going well, so incredibly well she couldn’t stop smiling whenever she thought about their night together—which was every day this week—she wasn’t sure how welcoming Rhett would be.
Gage assured her that everything would work out. That Rhett was beyond grateful for her willingness to work with them on the wedding, the rest of his brothers were coming around, and he’d handled his mother. But when Stephanie showed up with her publicist instead of her betrothed—a strange arrangement as far as Darcy was concerned—she began to wonder if Gage had been too optimistic.
If the chasm between her and Kyle’s family was too painful to overcome. And, if so, where would that leave Darcy and Kylie?
Gage was a man of his word, and she was secure in his promise that she wouldn’t get burned. But he was intensely loyal to his family. And in the end, Kylie might be family—but Darcy was an outsider.
