Page 104 of Reckless
He grabbed me by the arm, pulled me along the fence and into what used to be a working silo but was now a completely new space. “You’re being a bad girl. I like it.”
“In the sound room? Whoa.” I tugged my arm as if I wasn’t sure about going in. “You gonna make me scream?”
He chuckled, then bent suddenly and scooped his arm under my knees, and carried me through the sound room that filled the ground floor and up the staircase. The second floor of the silo was the last renovation, and he’d left the ceiling open to the top, and added clear panels instead of metal on the roof, so the blue sky was visible. And the stars and moon at night. It was his man room, farm-style, where he could go to write or be alone.
Or shove me against the wall, kissing my neck, like he was now.
“God, I love this room,” he gasped as his lips crashed into mine, his tongue dipping in for a quick taste. Fingers traveled up my ribs, to cup my breasts. Hot breath returned to my neck as teeth nipped the skin there. “I don’t ever want to leave.”
“I’m afraid I’ll…have to…” My words were stolen by my quick inhalation as one hand pushed the hem of my skirt up to my waist.
I skimmed my fingers over his jawline, so smooth from this morning’s shave. My ring glittered in the sunlight from above. I still almost couldn’t believe the perfection of our lives together. I loved it, loved every moment we spent together. Thank God we’d made it through those dark, lonely days to the ones lit brightly by our love, by our family’s love.
Catching my eyes on the ring, Gage murmured, “I still can’t believe you said yes. I thought you’d turn me down, I was so scared.”
“You had no reason to be scared.” I lifted my arms to encircle his shoulders. “I’ve wanted to be your wife for always. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
Gage dipped his head slowly toward me, pressing his hips to mine, drawing my attention to how ready he was to play. My throat went dry, and I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip to give it some moisture.
His fingers dug into my hips as he dragged me closer, flames flickering in his gaze as my breasts pressed against his hard chest. “Good thing I finally got there.” His lips banged against mine, dotting kisses, nipping at my lips. “You’re mine now. Fuck, even the thought of it makes my heart want to explode. Ms. Strickland, I can’t wait to make this family even bigger. What do you say to setting about filling those extra bedrooms?”
A sound like a mewl left my throat as I raised my legs, wrapping them around him until I gripped him with my thighs. The heat in my core pulsed against his swollen cock, crying out for his touch. “I think that sounds like the most amazing plan ever.”
The strappy dress I wore left lots of skin exposed, skin flushed warm now by his close proximity. Gage hitched my dress up around my waist, and I thumped harder against the wall but didn’t care. As a matter of fact, I liked it, the force of his passion making my center run liquid hot as delicious little whimpers were pulled from me.
He slid one hand under my ass to hold me there while he used his free fingers to drag my dress down, my breasts popping out for his view. He cupped his hand over one, rubbing his thumb over the nub until it pebbled and I was ready to beg.
Sweeping me into his arms again, he strode quickly to a table along the wall and swept the framed photos from the center. He dropped me onto the wood top and slid down my body, kissing my breasts, laying a trail of soft kisses around my nipples until his lips claimed their prize. Slipping my little button into his mouth, explosive sensations cartwheeled just under my skin, gathering then shooting out across my body. He tugged and teased, using lips, tongue, teeth—lapping every square inch of my breasts.
“Gage, I need you to touch me. I need…”
I didn’t need to ask again. His eyes caught mine, and without speaking, the emotion in them told me that I was his world, that he wanted to send me to the moon with his ministrations.
He slipped his mouth ever farther downward until he paused at the band of my lavender panties, and inhaled deeply, as if an intoxicating scent filled his nostrils.
“Mmm, you smell beautiful.” He nestled his nose inside the lacy underwear. “Absolutely amazing.”
My legs fell farther apart, fingers gripping the edge of the table top, inviting him in. Praying he would take the invitation.
He didn’t right away, remained where he was, teasing me with his nose against my soaking wet clit.
“Please, Gage.” About to come undone, I gripped his hair and tugged. “Please…”
He pulled my underwear down, tearing the material. The sound took the pressure in my body and raised it higher, and I kicked them off violently.
Then finally, oh finally, he took his tongue all the way up my slit, coming to a rest over my clit. Circled it. After that, I couldn’t keep up with where his tongue went as he tasted every damn part of me, dragging my hips closer as he ran his mouth over me relentlessly.
“Gage…” I shuddered, my hips wanting to buck. It was too much, and I wanted more at the same time. “Ohhh.”
But he wouldn’t let my hips move with him. Instead, his fingers dug into my thighs, making me experience every tiny flick of his tongue, every breath, every stroke. Even as I about ripped out his hair, he didn’t stop, wouldn’t, not until I was a total mess.
“Gage, I’m…I’m going to come.” He moaned over my center, and I knew he tasted the way I gushed for him, welcomed the moisture that now covered his lips.
He drank all of me in, obviously loving every second of it, then raked his mouth all the way back up my body once more until he got to my lips. He pressed his hand to my chest, embracing the powerful thumping of my heart.
“That was…incredible.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not done with you yet.”
