“No, I don’t imagine she’s going for an X-rated vibe.” A little laugh burst from her. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? Does your grandmother know how naughty you are?”
“Oh, Grandma would be cheering me on.”
Lily craned her neck and kissed him. “I hope I get to meet her someday.”
Sadness flashed in his eyes. “Yeah, me too.”
After dinner, Gage put on Marvin Gaye, took her in his arms, and began to sway in a tight circle in the middle of the family room. He pulled back and gave her a goofy grin. “Like my dance move?”
She laughed—she’d been doing that a lot tonight. Whether it was the wine, him, or a combination, she couldn’t say. She didn’t care. “Yeah, I like your dance move.”
He laced their fingers together and trapped their coupled hands against his chest. “Makes it easier to do this.” Dropping his head, he started working on her neck. He had a very talented mouth he used on her generously—she couldn’t get enough, and she let him know it with a series of soft moans.
By the time he took her upstairs, she was putty in his hands. Making love was languid and sweet, and when they were done, she snuggled into his arms and drifted off in a contented fog.
Later she awakened to moaning—her own, as it turned out—and wet pleasure radiating from her core. As she came to on her back, she realized Gage was between her legs, which were draped over his shoulders, and his mouth was on her with ravenous intensity. Suspended between excruciating pleasure and explosive torment, she bucked against him, rising to meet his mouth while trying to escape it at the same time. But he held her in place, his strong hands gripping her thighs. His tongue stroked her, lashed her, while his lips nibbled and sucked her swollen flesh. Orgasms crashed over her like tidal waves until her body trembled uncontrollably.
He released her and climbed up her body, pulling her wrists above her head. As he hovered above her, fuzzy light from somewhere illuminated his chiseled cheekbones, glistening lips, and eyes that gleamed like dark pearls. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. “You awake now, Goldilocks?”
She gasped out an “uh-huh.”
“Good,” he murmured. His rock-hard shaft grazed her entrance. “I want you awake so you know everything I do to you. First I want you to taste what I taste because you’re better than any fucking dessert I’ve ever eaten.”
God, she soared inside when he talked like that.
He took her mouth hard, his tongue invading, sweeping, devouring. Breaking the kiss, he brushed her lips with his as he spoke. “Do you taste yourself on my tongue? Do you taste what I taste?”
“Yes,” she panted.
“God, you’re so fucking gorgeous. You make me fucking nuts because I don’t know where to start.”
He dipped his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth, biting down softly as his tongue swirled around her taut bead over and over. He released her. “Do I start there? Or here?” Now he dropped lower, his tongue flicking her navel, softly sucking the tender skin on her stomach. “Or here?” He rose back up and latched on to her other nipple. She couldn’t stop squirming beneath him.
His wet mouth and tongue seemed to be everywhere, spurring her to the brink of ignition. “Do you like it when I suck you there?”
“God, yes.”
“You’re gonna tell me everything you like, Lily.”
“Mmm.”
“You ready?”
She inhaled a stuttering breath. “For what?”
He didn’t answer. Not with words. Instead, he hooked his hands under her arms, towed her to her knees as though she weighed nothing, and turned her so she faced the headboard. His heat radiated behind her, the tip of his shaft grazing her. He ran his hands over her back and spread her thighs, every touch a caress. One hand slid between her legs and cupped her, and the other slid up her back and wound itself in her hair.
He bent her over. “Hands on the headboard, beautiful.”
She grabbed on, anticipation tingling her every nerve, her body blazing.
A sharp inhale, then he muttered, “For fuck’s sake. You are so perfect.” She could practically feel his greedy gaze running over her. While one hand held her hair, he slid two fingers inside her. She let out a strangled moan.
He tugged her head back, his warm breath brushing her ear as his fingers worked their magic. “You’re gonna come for me again, Lily, but first you’re going to let me know what turns you on.” He slid his fingers in and out, stroking them over her, in her, the whole time asking, “Is this good? And this?”
She couldn’t talk. His touch was splintering her consciousness. Only pants, groans, and her bucking body told him what he wanted to know, and once he had his answers, he honed in and took her from one shattering climax to another.
“Fuck yeah,” he grunted behind her. “Love making you come.”
The interval between her peaks grew shorter and shorter until she seemed to orgasm with each stroke of his fingers.
He stopped, and she sagged, her lungs dragging in air as she clung to the headboard like it was a piece of wood keeping her afloat in a boiling sea. Hauling her upright against him, her back mated to his front, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her while she came down. He dusted her neck, her ears, her shoulders with sweet kisses.
“Good?” he whispered, and she nodded weakly. He chuckled lustily. Cupping her breasts, he nudged her so she bent over once more, her ass snugged against his groin, trapping his steely cock between their bodies. He draped himself over her back, dropping his mouth beside her ear again, and flexed his hips, grinding against her.
“You still with me, beautiful?”
“Mmm.”
His fingers kneaded her breasts, circled her nipples,
