Page 31 of Yours, Now and Always
“Fuck,” he rasps. “You’re so fucking wet for me.”
His fingers stroke once as his nose grazes along my neck. He inhales slowly. “Jesus, I cansmellyou.”
The noise I make isn’t pretty. Or quiet.
“Every fucking time,” he says, his voice thick with lust like my orgasm has already happened in his head. “One breath of you and I’m fucking gone.”
He circles my clit slowly, as if he’s learning the shape of his obsession all over again. Like he lives for the pulse of my pleasure under his fingers.
“You better be ready for me tonight,” he growls into my skin. “Becausethis?” He pushes his fingers inside me. “This is me being nice.”
My knees threaten to give out as his touch,his words, light me up from the inside, fast and filthy.
“Tonight,” he says, “I’m going to strip you bare, put you on your knees, and fuck that beautiful mouth of yours. Lips around my cock. Eyes on mine. You’re not coming until I do.”
His fingers thrust deeper. I gasp and grip the side of the dresser.
“Then I’m going to lay you out and fuck you so you’ll feel me for days.” He kisses my neck roughly. “You wore this shirt like it wasn’t a fucking promise. Tonight, I’m going to make you keep it.”
“Gage,” I moan. “The girls...” I’m trying to stop him, but my words come out broken and breathless, sounding more like a plea to keep going.
“You feel that?” he demands. “That’s mine. And I’m not fucking done.”
His fingers go deeper. Filthier. Knuckle-deep and unrelenting. He knows my body. Owns it. And now he’s using it like it’s his to ruin. Because it is. It’s all his.
“Look at you,” he says as he scents me again. “Dripping for me. Like your body knows who it belongs to.”
My head tips back against his shoulder. I’m trying not to make a sound, but I’m moaning like he already has his cock inside me.
“You gonna come for me, Princess?” His thumb circles my clit while his fingers keep fucking me. “Standing here in my fucking shirt like you weren’t begging for this with every button you didn’t do up.”
I let out a raw sound, too messy to name, as everything in me tightens.
“Say it.” His lips drag along the line of my jaw. “Say who you’re soaked for.”
“You,” I gasp, right as the pressure crests. “I’m . . . Gage . . .fuck. . . I’m coming . . .”
“That’s it. Come on my fingers, Princess. Let me feel it.”
And I do.
Hard.
Loud.
A shuddering release that crashes through me, so intense it blanks out every thought, every word, every muscle. If Gage wasn’t holding me up, I’d be a puddle on the floor, mumbling something likejust kill me with orgasms, that’s fine.
He doesn’t let me fall.
He never would.
He wraps a strong arm around my waist, fingers still inside me as I pant and whimper through the last of my orgasm.
His voice finds my ear again. “Tonight,” he says, “I’m not stopping at one.” He kisses my neck. “And I’ve changed my mind. You’ll wear this shirt while you take every fucking inch of me.”
Everything in my body is vibrating and untrustworthy as he lets me go. And my lungs are still trying to catch up. At no time in my pre-Gage life did I imagine falling for a man with the ability to absolutely wreck me. But here I am. Shaking thighs. Blurry vision. And ninety percent sure I just transcended.
I turn and find him watching me. Withthoseeyes. The ones I see in my dreams and daydreams. Eyes that promiseforeverandI’ll-fuck-you-senselessin the same breath.
