He pulls his mouth away from mine. I don’t like the loss, so I chase it. “Taking you to my bedroom.”
“Yes,” I hiss, then latch onto his lips again. How have I lived so long without this man’s mouth?
He’s carrying me down the short hallway into his bedroom. I haven’t been in there yet, so I have no idea what it looks like. It could be a war zone for all I care.
We fall onto the bed together, and his hand moves from my bottom to beneath my shirt. When his palm touches my stomach, I squeak. His hand is warm as it slides up to my breast.
“Touch me,” I hiss again. “Please.” God, I sound like a hussy, but like I said before, I. Don’t. Care.
“You sure?” Gage kisses my cheek, then down to my neck. He sweeps his tongue right below my left ear, which feels so good that I whimper.
“Positive.” Reaching down, I feel for his hand beneath my shirt and pull it up until it’s cupping my right boob. “Please.”
The growl that comes out of Gage’s mouth is hot and goddamn sexy. When he pushes up to his knees and reaches for the bottom of my shirt, I push up as well to help him get rid of my stupid clothing. As soon as I’m topless, I reach for his shirt, but his mouth is on my nipple so fast, there’s no time. And now I don’t care if he has clothes on or not.
Flopping back down onto the bed, I arch into him. I want him to take my entire breast into his mouth, but since my boobs are bigger than average, that’s not possible. I run my fingers through his hair as I watch him. Holy hell, he’s really into this. His eyes are squeezed shut like he’s concentrating hard on my nipple.
He moves over to the other breast, and I watch him work equally as hard on that one.
“Gage.” I don’t know why I speak his name. I think it’s because I want to remember this. I want to remember the night I was with Gage Golden, and saying his name makes it real.
Reaching down, I find the edge of his tee and begin to pull. Now I want him naked. I’m ready for this.
Taking the hint, Gage takes one last swipe at my left nipple and pushes up again. He reaches back behind his head and pulls at his shirt. As it rises, it reveals a solid stomach that looks hard and soft at the same time. My hand is on him without thinking. I was right. His stomach is hard, but his skin’s soft. The strip of blond hair that runs from his navel down into his sweatpants is my focus. Touching the hairs, one finger follows the trail down to the edge of his pants. I grasp the string and tug.
His erection is pressing against the fabric and only just below the band of his pants. As I prepare to reach inside, Gage takes hold of my hand, which confuses me. When I look up at him, he smiles.
Thank goodness.
His breathing is labored, as is mine. “Give me a minute,” he says, touching my face.
I nod because I’m not sure what to say.
His eyes move from my face to my neck and finally rest on my chest. “You’ve got beautiful breasts, Daisy.”
See? Did you hear him? He said breasts instead of tits. Not that I mind the other word, it’s just Gage Golden is… well, I’d say he’s a gentleman, but hopefully he’s a dirty one.
“Thank you,” I say, but what I’m actually thinking is Now pull them and pinch them.
He must read my mind because the next thing I know, two of his fingers are touching one of them. When he pinches, then pulls, I begin to wriggle.
“You like that, honey?”
“Yeah.” I sound all breathy now. “Do it again.”
With both hands, one on each, he does it again. And again. It’s making me crazy.
“Gage,” I whine. “Please.”
“What do you want, Daisy? Tell me.”
“Everything. Do everything to me.”
“Fuck.” With that, Gage has my leggings and underwear off in two seconds flat. I open my legs like the hussy I mentioned earlier. “Such a pretty pussy, Daisy.”
And there it is. My dirty gentleman.
“Yeah.”
Okay, I don’t know what “Yeah” means right now since I’ve never really given my lady parts a good look before, but I like this Gage. I like him a lot.
“So fucking wet.” His finger slides through my center slowly like he’s savoring it. “Do I make you wet, honey?”
“Yes.” Now stop toying with me and fuck me or something.
But I don’t say it. I want him to take the lead—this time, at least. Instead, I scoot a little closer, encouraging him. When I feel something begin to slide inside of me, I push up onto my elbows so I can watch him. One of his fingers is pressing in, then out. When his thumb circles my clit, my hips move to his rhythm and my body begins to thrum. A tingle starts at my center and radiates out.
“Faster,” I pant.
Gage’s hand moves faster as his mouth latches onto my breast again. God. I’m so close. Lying back, I grasp his hair and pull on it hoping he understands my urgency. “So close.”
I feel a change. His finger feels larger. Two fingers? It’s then that the orgasm hits me.
“Yes!” I cry loudly. “Yes,” I repeat but softer. I look up to see Gage gazing down at me. I lift my head and kiss him softly.
“How did that feel?” he asks sweetly.
How does he think it felt? The question makes me laugh. “Terrible.”
“Oh. Wow. Sorry.” He smirks.
Now it’s his turn. Sliding my hand down, I reach into his sweatpants and moan again. The guy is bigger than any of my vibrators. Way bigger.
Gage’s breath catches at my
