Page 77 of Adrift

Gage growls softly under his breath, reaching out to run his fingertip down the centre of my chest.

It’s all I can do not to moan and flop right back down under his touch, but as I keep reminding myself… we have plenty of time in round two.

And tomorrow. And next week. And… forever.

“Fine,” Gage groans. He sinks onto the edge of the bed, spreading his legs a little as he braces his hands behind himself. “Like this?”

“Mmhmm,” I breathe out. “Just like that.”

Then I flick the bedside lamp on and the lights off, and I jam my phone onto the charger on my tiny dresser.

Just before I hit play, I remember to open it up and change the playlist.

Gage is tall enough to see over my shoulder, though, and the roomistiny. “...heartbreak anthems?”

“Shut up,” I growl as I switch tosexy times, and then I hit play.

Gage sucks in a quiet breath as a slow, sensual beat comes out of the little speakers. I take half a step backward, letting my hands run up my thighs and over my stomach, still facing away from him.

“Oh,” Gage breathes out quietly. “Oh.”

I grin to myself, turning slowly on the spot and tugging at my shirt, rolling my head back. It’s my turn to get naked, and I’m going to take my time about it. But it also gives us both a chance to catch our breath.

Or… it would, if I weren’t doing everything possible to steal Gage’s breath.

I slip one button at a time loose, shrugging my shirt to the floor. Then, I turn to face him as I run my hands down either side of my crotch, bending almost to the floor… and back up the inside of my thighs.

Gage is sporting a raging semi now, and I can’t help grinning even more at the sight.

“Fuck,” he groans softly, digging his fingertips into the bed like he’s desperately trying to keep his hands to himself.

I sashay closer one step at a time until I’m straddling his lap. I love being at this angle, with his lips right by my neck and throat, available to be kissed at any moment. No ungainly climbing, begging, or use of chairs and steps.

I’m going to be relying on this one a lot.

I bounce down on his lap a couple of times, and then I pull back enough to unfasten my jeans and turn on the spot, wiggling them slowly—ever so slowly—down over my ass.

That’s when he can’t help himself any longer.

“Fuckingfuck, Kieran...!”

He grabs the waistband of my jeans and underwear at the same time. Then he yanks everything down my thighs, stripping me to the ankles in a single move.

I gasp playfully as I step out of it all. I can’t hide how much harder I’m getting at the rough desperation, the thoroughly ungentlemanly instincts he’s indulging after these few weeks of slow, deliberate romance.

Who knew he had this side to him?

Me. I totally knew. It was all over his face from day one. But thank god my instincts turned out to be right about him.

I’m trying to keep out of his range, but it’s too late. His cock is so hard it’s touching his stomach, and his eyes are far too hungry to let me get away with anything.

“How am I supposed to tease you if you can’t keep your hands off?” I squeak softly, trying not to beam as hard as I feel like I want to.

He just growls softly against my neck and hauls me right onto the bed. I spread my knees to straddle his lap again as he runs his hands down my bare thighs to the backs of my knees, then all the way up—over my ass, my back, right to my shoulders.

Gage nips my throat, and then he tilts his head up and hauls me right down for a deep,deepkiss.

Our mouths collide in a tangle of heat and sparks. I gasp and whimper, turning to putty in his hands. He knows exactly which ribs to run his fingertips along… where on the side of my neck to kiss with an open mouth… how to run his tongue around my nipple until my cock is rock-hard against his.

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