Page 52 of Chasing I Do
There it was. Darcy was in love with Gage and it wasn’t scary or uncomfortable, evoking that desperation she’d always associated with the emotion. With Gage, love felt safe and warm, like the wonderful bonds that she’d read about, but, outside of Kylie, had never experienced.
The love she’d had with Kyle had been born from a young woman looking for a family and happiness. What she felt for Gage came from a woman who was already happy, looking for someone to share that happiness with.
“Make love to me,” she whispered against his lips. “I want to feel this—” she touched her heart “—everywhere. And I want to feel it with you.”
He took her hand and rested it over his chest. She felt the strumming of his heart, pounding just like hers. “I have felt like this since the first day I met you. It grows stronger every day, even when we were apart it never seemed to stop. I couldn’t get you out of my heart, no matter how hard I tried.”
“Then stop trying.”
Darcy captured his mouth.
This kiss wasn’t slow and languid, it was driven by hunger and desire, and something else. Need. Her body pulsed with need—for him.
Darcy needed him as much as she needed her next breath, and she’d prided herself on never needing anyone.
Love didn’t leave room for pride, she realized, as he deepened the kiss, taking her to another world—to his world.
His hands stroked her back while he spread kisses across her cheek to her ear, “What color do you have on today?”
Darcy gave him a wicked grin. “You’ll have to find out.”
“Come here,” he ordered, helping her straddle his lap.
With a groan, his eyes dropped to the buttons on the front of her sundress. There were a lot of buttons. In fact, they ran the entire length of the garment. Gage didn’t seem to be concerned, taking his time to undo each one, his eyes darkening further with each pop.
When he reached the one at her waist, he hesitated for the briefest second, then parted the material. With a grin that was as boyish as it was sexy, he said, “I guess it’s my lucky day, Pink.”
“I’ve found a new liking for the color.” She shimmied her shoulders and the dress pooled around her waist. But when she reached for her bra strap, he caught her hand and placed it against his chest.
“Give me a second. I’ve been dreaming about this day for a long time, and it was too dark the other night to pay these the respect they deserve.”
Gage reached out and gently weighed them, one then the other, finally pushing them together so her breasts fell over the top of the pink lace. “Damn, you are perfect.”
He leaned in, taking them in his mouth and Darcy let loose a needy sigh. His mouth was lethal, licking and nipping all the right places, worshiping her until she was panting.
“I think I’ve been dreaming about this for just as long,” she admitted, threading her hands in his hair and holding him to her.
Her confession urged him on and his hands slid under the skirt of her dress, greedily moving up until he found the string of her panties.
“Also pink?” the words vibrated against her nipple and her breath caught.
“Also pink.” She slid against his hardness, frustrated at all of the material between them. “And in the way.”
With a smile that was hot enough to melt the sun, Gage hooked a finger around the band and yanked. They came off with a tear and Darcy’s hands went to his belt, working to get the buckle undone.
Gage brought her face to his, and this time the kiss went from hot to nuclear meltdown in no time flat. Darcy had his jacket off, his pants undone and was freeing him when he flipped them around. Darcy was flat on her back, her dress around her waist like a hula-hoop, and looking up at the most amazing man she’d ever met.
And it couldn’t have been more perfect.
“Come here,” she repeated his earlier order, and tugged him down.
Cupping her jaw, he obliged. His mouth was firm, just like the rest of him, and when his hands slid down and with purpose, she parted her legs. His hands were almost as earth shattering as his mouth, remembering what she liked, delivering just the right amount of pressure to drive her insane.
He stroked and loved, bringing her to her breaking point in record-breaking time. It was almost embarrassing how easily he could read her, how intuitively he played her body. And even when she was about to explode, he pulled back and reached for a condom.
“One more stroke,” she begged.
“Pink, I’m going to stroke you until you’re screaming my name. And when you come, it’s going to be with me inside of you, and we’re going to do it together,” he said, and then slid home.
