Page 97 of Reckless
“Gage—”
He hooked his hand around the back of my neck and dragged me to him for a kiss. As his hot lips covered mine and the lengths of our bodies merged, I could feel how much he wanted me, pressed against my belly. My muscles went liquid, as his arm came around my back and he lowered me down into the hay bales. I happily pulled him closer, feeling his body weight pressing down on me. I wanted to stay here in this hayloft, with Gage over me, his breath blending with mine, forever.
“God, I’ve missed you so much,” Gage whispered.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged his lips back down to mine. “You have no idea.”
His mouth joined with mine again, his tongue dipping in, making me forget he had a place to be soon.
I let my hands wander over the muscles of his back, and when my fingers found the bottom of his t-shirt, they automatically curled under, conspiring with my arms to yank until it was tugged over his head. Gage’s hands swept under my ass, lifting me, pressing our sexes together. Streaks of fire shot through me until I was throbbing, shaking with it. My shaking fingers massaged his abs.
“Gage, the concert—”
“I don’t give a shit about the concert.”
Well, then…
“Get on your back,” I commanded, almost as surprised at my demand as he was. I scooted down the hay bales, pieces of it poking me, but I didn’t care. While my hands were unbuckling him, unzipping, I fixed my eyes on his as a pleased expression flashed across his face. “That’s right, just like that.”
I couldn’t resist teasing him and pressed my lips on his chiseled chest, moving them lower. Occasionally, I darted my tongue out to taste the perspiration that was salty and addictive. My stomach clenched with desire as I licked my way down his torso, following the trail of dark hair that led to the prize. The very big, hard prize that my fingers fisted over through his boxers, making us both gasp.
“Fucking hell, Kelly.” His eyes rolled to the back of his head as my other hand reached the waistband of his boxers. I dipped my fingers inside, just a tiny bit, enough to brush against his tip, which was begging to be released from its material prison. “You’re killing me here.”
He raised his hips off the hay in response, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I yanked the trousers and boxers down and wrapped my fingers around his silky, pulsing cock.
He trembled beneath me and sucked in a harsh breath as I blew a breath along his length. Parting my lips, I ever so lightly pressed them against the underside of him, running them downward, pausing. Then with just the tip of my tongue, running them back to his tip.
“I want to taste you, Gage.” Somehow, my voice was soft and seductive. “Do you have time for that?”
“Fucking hell, Kelly, I would miss a nuclear damn war right now.”
I laughed and pressed his tip between my lips and darted out my tongue, flitting it into the dent that rewarded me with a drop of pre-cum. Now it wasn’t just his cock that was stiff, it was all of him. I could read each change of tension in his body and wanting to pleasure him consumed me.
I wrapped my lips all the way around him, taking the round mushroom between my lips, pulling back again as I tightened my mouth around him. Releasing the suction, I slid down his length as guttural noises I’d never heard Gage make before burst from him. I dragged my tongue all the way to his base and let him hit the back of my throat for a second before I pulled back.
“Kelly, that’s…incredible.”
His fingers delved into my hair on either side of my head, his hands resting lightly, letting me control the pace. It felt so good to make him feel so good.
“Too much.” Gage’s hands came under my arms, and he pulled himself from my mouth.
Before I could protest, I was on my back in the hay with him over me, his hand dipped inside the crotch of my scrubs and inside my underwear. He sucked in a breath when his fingers found how soaking wet I was.
“I need you, Gage.”
“Fuck, no condom.” He blew out a frustrated breath and cursed again.
I hiccupped a laugh. “We don’t need a condom. If you don’t need a condom for other reasons...”
He shook his head. “I don’t need one. Are you sure?”
I nodded, hoping the dim light of the barn would hide the way my breasts had swelled already. I wasn’t showing, my belly was still flat, but I had gained a few pounds that, in my opinion, showed. I wanted this, needed this with him. Then I would tell him. Inspiration struck.
“Since we’re in a barn,” I said with a wink and got up, turned and presented my backside to him as I got on hands and knees. This way, I could have him, hide my changing body, and any tears that happened to escape.
Gage growled, actually growled. His reaction made me even more bold, and I ran my hands down my thighs, laying on my front, my fingers running across my folds, parting them for him.
“So sweet,” he whispered from behind me before leaning across me, covering me with his body, kissing my shoulder blades and over my back. “You have no idea how much I love you. You don’t know how fucking sexy you are either.”
