Page 107 of Yours, Now and Always
Because I didn’t even have to say it.
Ineverhave to.
And when he reaches me, he doesn’t hesitate. One hand fists in my hair. The other claims my neck and he pulls me into him with the determination of a man who’s been starving for me.
“Good,” he growls, mouth a breath from mine. “Because I’m fucking done waiting.”
Then his mouth crashes down onto mine and everything unravels.
His kiss is all tongue and hunger.
There’s no patience. No teasing. Just days of restraint snapping in his hands.
I moan into his mouth, and he makes a sound that says he’s been waiting too fucking long to hear that noise.
He breaks the kiss only long enough to rasp, “Lie back. Now.”
I scramble back without thinking.
Because Ican’tthink.
My brain’s gone. My body’s gone. I’m just one throbbing pulse of need, and every inch of me is screamingyes.
He follows like he’s stalking prey, towel dropping from his hips. And when he kneels on the mattress, it dips under the weight of everything he is.
And then my legs are parted, and I don’t even know when that happened. I just know Gage’s hand is already there, under my dress, spreading me wider, pulling my panties down in a single sharp jerk that leaves me gasping.
“Everything,” he growls. “Off.”
I scramble to obey, because of course I do, because I’d crawl for this man. But he’s faster. Tugging, stripping, tossing fabric aside until I’m bare and under him, panting, desperate,needy.
He kneels between my legs, palms rough on my thighs. “Legs up, Princess. Let me see what’s mine.”
My heart races as I lift my legs up over his shoulders where he wants them.
He grips my thighs instantly. Firm and possessive. Then hauls me closer like he can’t fucking wait.
“Fuck,” he grits out when he sees how wet I am. “Look at you.” He drags a single finger through the mess he’s made of me. “Fucking soaked for me. You were ready the second I walked out of that shower.”
My pussy clenches and my back arches up off the mattress. I grip the sheet and whimper, breathing through my unrelenting need for him.
“You want me to take it slow?”
He circles my clit, and it’s not enough. Nowhere near enough.
“Or do you want it the way I’ve been dreaming about for too many goddamn days?”
I nod, fast. Desperate. And grind myself up against his hand. “That one,” I pant.
His eyes darken. “Good girl.”
But he doesn’t move. Not yet. Because he’s savoring this. The view. The power. The fuckingprivilegeof being here.
“Gage,” I moan, pushing myself up toward him again. “Please.”
And that’s when he goes feral.
His mouth is pure bliss and I cry out from his first taste. He kisses and licks every inch of my pussy over and over before sealing his lips over my clit in a rhythm that ruins thought. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me where he wants me.
