Page 4 of Wed Or Dead

He’d make her do more than that.

His teeth scored her flesh. Bit lightly. Marked her. That was the way of his kind.

Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her breath came in ragged pants, and Gage could feel the slick wetness of her core against him.More.

He’d known she’d be like this. White-hot to the touch. Able to burn a man straight to the soul.

He lifted her higher and her soft gasp would have made him smile, if he hadn’t been so damn hungry for her. But there were no smiles now. No soft touches or kisses. There was only lust, blazing out of control.

He held her in the perfect position for his mouth, and he took her breast between his lips. He licked, sucked, and her breaths came even faster. His cock was so swollen it hurt, and he wanted to drive into her more than he’d ever wanted anything else.

“Gage!”

No, actually, he did want something else. He wanted her to come for him.

Still holding her, he headed for the bed. He lowered her onto the covers and rose petals slid beneath her. Their light fragrance mixed with the sweet scent that was justKayla.

She was making him crazy.

Gage took his time licking and tasting her other breast. Her hands were on him. Her fingers slid over his back and urged him closer.

Not yet.

Kayla’s legs were parted, and he stood between them at the side of the bed. The perfect position to thrust deep, if he’d wanted to thrust.

Not yet.

He wanted another taste. A far more intimate one.

His gaze dipped to her sex and her legs widened even more. “Do you know…” His voice was so dark he knew it sounded more like a growl than anything else. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to put my mouth on you?”

Her lashes lifted. She stared back at him with glinting eyes and flushed cheeks. Then Kayla shook her head. He saw the flash of hesitation in her gaze, the innocence that he’d learned could appear and vanish in an instant. She tried to come off so tough and assured, but that innocence kept slipping out.

His knees hit the carpet as he lowered his body between her splayed legs. Gage wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her to the edge of the mattress so that her thighs brushed against either side of his shoulders. “Since the first night, you came into the bar”—hisbar—“wearing that short black skirt, and I kept wondering if you had on anything underneath it.” He’d looked at her and gotten hard. Wanted. Craved. “And I wanted to shove that skirt up…” Gage put his hands between her thighs and loved her gasp. “And find out.”

Her eyes were on him. So wide. So deep.

He’d been insane for her. The need always pulsing in his body, but Kayla hadn’t let him get close enough to fuck. Not that first night. Not all the nights since. They’d danced around each other for weeks, becoming closer and closer, but deep kisses and heavy petting had been all that he’d gotten from her.

Until tonight. Until they’d drank until one a.m. at his bar, then slipped out to find a chapel.

Now he had her. There’d be no escape for her. Or him.

His fingers slid into her. She was wet and tight. Perfect.

But he didn’t just want to touch with his fingers. He licked his lips, then Gage put his mouth on her. Her hips bucked up against him as she gasped out his name, but his left hand just rose again and locked around her hip, holding her easily in place.

He let his tongue slide over her sex. Sweet, slick, and delicious. Hot. He used the fingers of his right hand to open her to him. To press lightly into her even as his tongue raked over her clit.

She wasn’t trying to pull away anymore. Kayla was pushing against him, and her body was eager for more. Fair enough, he was more than eager, too.

He devoured her. Gage’s mouth took and tasted even as his fingers thrust into her. She moaned and shivered and her body tightened beneath him.

He wanted her to come against his mouth. Then she’d be ready for him. He didn’t want to hurt her the first time, so hehadto make sure she was ready for him.

And her taste...sweet and rich.Better than the most decadent of chocolates. And decadent chocolate had always been his vice.

One of them, anyway. He had quite a few.

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