Page 43 of Chasing I Do
“Me too.”
Standing, he cupped her face, then kissed her nose, her cheeks, and finally her forehead. And when she’d relaxed, he pulled her into his arms.
“You deserve this moment to be as beautiful as you,” he whispered. “And that requires more than a table and words. I want to take you to a bed, where I can love your body, show you how special you are, and then in the morning wake up to your smile and start all over.” He tilted her face to meet his. “And if that isn’t tonight, then it isn’t tonight.”
Her eyes shimmered, emotion and desire turning them the warmest shade of whiskey.
“I’m done waiting, Gage. I’m ready to move forward. With you.” Silently she took his hand and together they walked down the hallway, to the last door, and once they were inside, Gage scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
Setting her down, he tossed a condom on the nightstand, his tie over the back of the footboard, and his shirt to the floor. His eyes never leaving hers, he slid over her body and gently kissed her lips.
“What about your pants?” she asked.
“This is all about you. We’re going to take it slow, wait until you are good and ready.”
A man of his word, Gage took his time, licking and kissing and memorizing every part of her body. Starting with her breasts, high and a perfect handful, before moving south, loving how her breath caught when he nipped her breast, licked her stomach, and finally kissed a whisper above her core.
His lips were careful to get close enough to tell her what was coming, but not giving in to the fire until he’d made his way down each one of those legs he loved, kissing her on the inside of her ankle as he slipped off her heels. He spent extra time working his way back up to her inner thigs, nipping the patch of bare skin right beside the lace edging of her panties. And when she was panting so hard he knew she was ready, he gave a lick right up the center.
“Oh…God,” she cried out, arching her back to increase the friction.
And since he loved the sound of her crying out, he did it again. On the third pass, he upped the ante, tugging her thong to the side and leaving nothing between them but hot, pulsing skin.
“I’m about ready to—”
She broke off as he gave a little bite, only to soothe it with his mouth. “We’ve had too many almosts, Pink. This time, I’m going for the sure thing.”
Even though she was about ready to combust, he worked her until her thighs tightened, closing in around him, straining for more. Gage, always the gentleman, gave her what she wanted, adding a finger to the mix.
Only when she made this sweet panting, almost gasping for breath, did he push her over the edge. Her climax was hard and sudden, and she pushed off the bed, her entire body coiling as Gage kept going. Relentless, he kept on, right through her release, and through her aftershocks, not giving in until she was limp on the bed, a satisfied smile on her face.
“That was amazing.”
“Better than cake?” he asked.
“Way better than cake,” she murmured, her eyes sliding closed.
While she caught her breath, Gage made short order of his pants and was back over her in a matter of seconds, sheathed and ready to go. But he paused, right at her core.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, opening her eyes.
When he still didn’t move, her eyes opened and locked on his. Two big, beautiful pools of sunshine that were for him—and him alone—he let himself fall.
With the hope that she would catch him.
“That,” he said. “That was what I was waiting for.”
Unable to hold back any longer, he gave one long thrust and filled her completely, both of them gasping at the connection. Energy arched and flowed between them, and he realized he had a dopey smile on his face. Which wasn’t as embarrassing as he’d expected, because Darcy’s expression wasn’t that far off.
“I knew it would be great,” she said.
“But this is—”
“Yeah.”
Thanking God that he wasn’t alone in this insanity, Gage began to move. Slow withdrawals and even slower thrusts, building a rhythm together until it was as if they were back out on the dancefloor, moving to the sound of their hearts.
Darcy shifted her hips, ever so slowly, locking her legs around his back—those heels once again biting into his ass.
