Page 24 of Keeper of Hearts
He groans softly, spinning us until I'm pressed into the corner, his body pinning me gently. His lips are a contradiction against mine, soft even though he kisses me hard. Even though he kisses me perfectly.
"Christ, baby," he rasps against my lips. "I've been hard all goddamn day, thinking about this mouth and this body and the way you shattered for me yesterday." His hands drift down my sides. "You going to let me do it again?"
I don't trust my voice, so I nod, praying he's right and today is not the day Ms. Lena decides to check on me.
Gage's hands are fire on my body as he crowds me deeper into the corner, slipping them beneath the hem of my shirt. His breath is a rough rasp in my ear, his eyes locked on my face.
"You're beautiful like this," he whispers. "You look so alive right now."
I just whimper in response, lost to the electric glide of his palm against my abdomen. It feels like little fires trapped beneath my skin, searing and singeing and heating me from the inside out.
"You know how many times I've thought about you like this?" he asks, sliding one hand toward my breasts and the other toward my waistband. "How many times I've imagined what it'd be like to be the one to touch you like this?"
"Gage," I whisper, my knees trembling dangerously.
"Every day, Troian. I think about it every day." He leans forward, nipping my bottom lip. "You're the only thing I ever think about."
"M-me too."
He groans softly, as if he loves knowing that. And then his hand is in my pants, and rational thought skitters away. My panties inch down beneath his fingers, and I have to bite my tongue to fight a loud moan, trying not to get us caught.
"You're already so wet," he whispers, like he's fascinated by my arousal…by what he's done to me. I'm not, though. This is myalmost permanent state of existence around him. He touches my hand or my cheek or just grins at me, and my whole body goes electric.
It's a forest fire right now, every part of it going up in flames as he pinches my nipple through my bra and rubs circles around my clit at the same time. I bite the inside of my cheek, desperately trying to stay quiet.
I almost lose the battle when he slips lower, slowly sinking one finger inside me.
"God, baby," he rasps, resting his forehead against mine. "You're so damn tight. I feel you squeezing the fuck out of my finger."
"Gage," I whimper. "Please."
"What is it? What do you need?" He circles my clit with his thumb again, working his finger in and out of me at the same time. "Is this what you need, butterfly?"
"Yes," I choke, burying my face in his throat to hide my moans. They still bleed out, far too loud in the silence of the library. But I'm too far gone to care, already dancing on the edge of an orgasm.
"Don't hide from me, Troian," he whispers. "Let me see you when you fall apart."
I can't. IknowI can't.
But I do.
I pull back, meeting his gaze, letting him see what he's doing to me. What he's reduced me to—just an aching, desperate ball of pleasure and sensation.
"Beautiful," he growls, his blue eyes as dark as midnight. "You're so fucking beautiful, butterfly."
I come unraveled with his name on my lips, choking on it. Waves wrack my body, sending me spiraling higher than I've ever been able to take myself.
My knees give out, and I slump against him, my heart a wild thing in my ears. He catches me, holding me up against his chest, one hand still in my pants, working out every last tremor.
When I'm too wrecked and sensitive for him to keep going, he pulls his hand out of my pants, holding my gaze. I think I come again when he pops his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean while staring at me the whole time.
"Delicious," he whispers.
My knees really do quit working this time.
I sink slowly to the floor, ruined.
It's the best feeling in the world.
