Page 34 of Reckless
My breathing grew faster as he crossed the room back to me, my lungs feeling raw. My breasts ached for his touch, and the throbbing between my legs was quickly becoming almost too much to bear.
Gage whispered my name, then I was in his embrace, pressed against his hard chest. His mouth came down on mine, and seven years of yearning burst over us. I grabbed at his shirt, unbuttoning it as fast as I could as he kissed me with all the passion I’d built up in my dreams for so long, until it was swirling through me in colors that made a rainbow pale in comparison.
This wasn’t sweet and tender, like yesterday. It was hard, fast, and incredibly needy. I knotted my fingers in his hair as I parted my lips, and his tongue brushed against mine. In that moment, I was lost.
Gage growled and picked me up, scraping the hypersensitive skin of my thighs with his nails as my dress hitched up around my waist.
My heart bounced off my sternum as he laid me on the bed, and his lips moved from mine, over my cheeks, down the exposed skin of my throat the way I’d longed for, not stopping until they pressed against my collarbone. My leg curled up, and my foot pressed into the mattress, my legs parting to invite him inside.
“You’re too much, Kelly Cavendish. Too beautiful. Too enticing,” Gage said as he pressed his bulge against my core and groaned.
I couldn’t answer, the breath was stripped from my body as he dipped down between my legs, hooked one finger inside my panties and pulled them down until they hit the floor. Fire ignited in my abdomen. He blew a long, cool breath over my sensitive skin, and I clutched at the covers, my hips rising, wanting more of whatever he was willing to give.
He traced a little pattern at the top of my leg with his nose, edging ever closer to where my body screamed out for him. It could’ve been letters, he might have been writing me words, but I didn’t stand a chance of understanding.
He inhaled sharply and shook his head. “I’ve never been able to stop thinking about this.” His head dipped lower, and he took one long lick, all the way up my center. “Thinking about how I wanted this to be mine.”
I could only let out the breath that my body had been holding on to, but before I could take in another, he circled his tongue around my clit, flicking it after each round, making my hips jump.
He clamped his hands over my hips, holding me down as his tongue danced over my center, and sinful sounds escaped my mouth. Something was building, something that overwhelmed me so that my head tossed side to side.
I rolled my hips, which brushed his fingers against my labia. The sensation was enough to make me groan. He’d always been good with his fingers. I could easily recall the magical pleasure we used to share, and I was greedy to find it again.
When his finger entered me, the world went black, and a pulse of electricity raced through me, tossing me upward until I floated like a leaf in the wind. One stroke, two…three. He curled his fingers within me, then twisted them, his knuckles scraping over the sensitive walls.
“Damn…so tight. So sweet.”
And just like that, I flew, a keening moan escaping me.
Even as my body shook through the power of the release, he slid up my body, his lips trailing from one erogenous zone to another. The steely hardness inside his pants pressed against me, bringing me back down to the bed, and when his lips brushed against mine, I tasted myself.
“Oh, Gage.”
“Is it true? You haven’t been with anyone.” He stared down at me, a question in his eyes as he rocked himself over me once more, making my hips grind into his. “Why?”
“Always…” I panted, “always for you.”
Even though I’d told myself I didn’t date anyone seriously because of my focus on my mother and my busy life, this was the truth. This was why no one else had ever held my focus, why I never felt a spark with another man. None of them were Gage Strickland, which meant they never even stood a chance. I bucked my hips up again to punctuate my statement.
“Oh, fuck, Kelly. You have no idea how good that feels. I don’t know if I can go slow.”
“Gage, I need you.” My voice was raspy, full of sex. “I want to feel you.” I wanted him, needed to have him. As good as our memories were from when we were teens, I wanted him to realize that I was a woman now. I’d grown up. “I want you to fuck me.”
Those magic words caused a guttural groan to fly from his mouth. He quickly peeled off his shirt, which had grown sticky with sweat. My fingers curled into the covers while I watched him reveal that amazing body to me.
I moaned. I couldn’t stop myself. His abs were more defined than they’d been, his shoulders wider. I sat up, grazing my teeth over his pectorals, making him gasp. My fingers went to the front of his pants at the same time that his did, and I helped him push his pants over his wonderfully hard ass and shove them to the floor. I hooked my fingers into his boxers, tugging them down too, but was stopped as his mouth found mine again, taking it in a hot kiss.
Sliding my fingers around to the front as he pushed my dress upward, I helped him take it off then returned my hands to their teasing, running them all over the skin that stretched tight over hard muscles. Everywhere but where he wanted them before finally circling his cock and letting him fall heavily into my hand.
Dear lord. Had he been this big back then?
As if he read my mind, he chuckled into my mouth. “Don’t worry. We’ll fit perfectly.” His hand reached under me and undid the clasp on my bra, ripping it away. His mouth covered one nipple, wet tongue circling, popped off and moved to the other, each time yanking on an invisible string that made the center of me yearn for him to be inside me.
A mere second before I was about to beg, he leaned over and pulled a condom from the pocket of his pants. Rolling it over his thick length, he kissed me lightly on the nose. “Are you sure about this? Because we don’t have to…”
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer. “Please.” I couldn’t wait for even a second longer.
My back arched as he settled between my legs, gliding slowly over my entrance, taking himself back and forth like that until I whimpered.
