Page 34 of Keeper of Hearts
I laugh softly, my body shaking beneath his. For some reason, I'm not surprised. I am grateful, though. As much as I donotwant to think about my dad catching us dry-humping in his truck that day…their conversation was a good reminder that we have to be careful.
Talking to my mom about birth control options was awkward, too. But I'm not taking any risks, not if it means leaving the people I love too soon. Not if it means a pregnancy my heart can't handle.
"I love you for being prepared," I whisper.
"I'll never put you at risk."
I know he means it.
He brushes his lips against mine, his hands gliding up and down my sides in a way that has me melting beneath him. He deepens the kiss, and I moan into his mouth, getting lost in him and the way he makes me feel so alive, so perfect, and so wanted all at the same time.
By the time he breaks away, we're both panting. He smiles at me, so damn sweet and happy, before kissing a trail down my body. He lingers at my breasts, nipping, biting, and sucking through the thin fabric of my bra until I'm squirming beneath him.
When he finally pulls it off, sucking my nipple into his mouth without anything between us, I sob his name into the room.
"I love the way you cry out for me," he murmurs, running his lips across my scar and then down over my abdomen. His eyes, dark and wild, meet mine as he hooks his fingers into the band of my panties. "Let me hear how loud you can be for me, butterfly."
I wrap my hands up in the blankets, already knowing he's going to ruin me with his mouth.
I'm not wrong.
He tugs my panties down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder. His lips brush my thigh as he lifts it over his shoulder, opening me up to him. The way he stares at me… God, I should be embarrassed. I should be squirming. But Ilovethe way he looks at me like I'm the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
"Gage!" I sob, my back bowing from the bed as he splits me open with two fingers, licking from top to bottom.
His groan vibrates through me, shaking something wild loose.
He doesn't eat me so much as devours me like he was never taught manners, growling praises and grunting curses. He's wild between my legs, licking up every single drop I spill for him, and then begging for more.
It doesn't take long for him to send me careening over the edge into a rolling orgasm. My whole body ignites in a firestorm of bliss, leaving me gasping his name and shaking in the aftermath.
He rises up over me, wiping my juices from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Perfect," he growls, leaning down to kiss me sweetly, like he didn't just eat me like a beast.
I whimper, watching through a fog as he rips open a condom wrapper with his teeth before slipping it out. When he starts to slide it on, I sit up beneath him, reaching out.
"Fuck," he groans, his head falling back as I shift his hand out of the way to roll it over his erection. He bucks into my hand, a helpless little movement that tells me just how desperate he is.
I squeeze, the same way I did while I jerked him off last week in my bedroom before my parents got home.
"Fucking hell, baby," he rasps, his pupils dilated as he stares at me, panting wildly. "That little hand feels so fucking good."
I squeeze again, my fingers trailing along his balls.
He growls, flattening me to the bed beneath him. "Keep that up, and I'll be coming before I'm even inside you, Troian."
"Then maybe you should hurry and get inside me."
He growls again, shifting so he's between my legs. His erection bumps my clit, and we both moan loudly. There's no way I'm going to survive him. He's big and hard, and he already feels so damn good.
"Christ, baby," he groans, his forehead against mine as he rocks his hips so his cock glides against my clit again and again. "I could come just like this."
"Don't you dare. I want you inside me."
"Say it again."
"Make me yours, Gage," I say instead.
"You're already mine." He kisses me, messy and wild, one hand in my hair to hold me still. The other slips between our bodies.
