Page 78 of The Flame of Carson
Chapter 17
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Stacey’s mind was swirling.From the moment they got home, her senses told her something was going to be different tonight.Gage showering and wearing her cologne when she picked him up, all but ordering her to go upstairs and shower while he cooked.Selecting what she would wear.Then there was dinner itself.Gage had been so focused on her.Making sure she was well fed, that her wine glass was already filled, and then there was the physical contact.All throughout the meal, he would reach out to touch her.He had purposely set the table so that they were seated side-by-side.
Gage would take her hand, lift it to his lips and kiss the back of her hand, softly rub his leg against hers.Her body was now so charged she thought she would explode.When they both had eaten their fill, he insisted on doing the dishes.She now sat at the island of her kitchen watching her man load the last of the dishes into the dishwasher.
“Is there anything I can do to help?I mean, you worked all day, then cooked and now cleaning up.”
“I’m doing this Stacey, because I want to.For the last month, you have taken care of me.The panic attack, my house being blown up, and now discovering that I’m a target.Tonight, hell this weekend, I plan on repaying you for that.”
“Gage, we’re a team, I...”
Gage tossed the dish towel on the counter and in two strides was in front of her, boxing her in from where she sat on the bar stool.“Yes, we are a team, but you have gone above and beyond.You are the strongest woman I’ve ever met.You are my woman, Stacey Carlin.Tonight, I will start to show you what that means.”
She knew her eyes had to be wide as saucers at his declaration.There was a deepness to his voice she had never heard before.Down in her very bones, she felt that tonight, their dynamic was about to shift.Shift in a way she had only fantasized about.Something in her mind, that dark space she kept to herself, suddenly sparked.A heat spread through her, a heat she suspected matched Gage’s, and that Gage would be the match to ignite a flame that only he could extinguish.
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Gage kept his eyeslocked on the deep green of hers that were so always expressive for him.Right now, they were wide and a spark glittering in them after his little speech.‘So, she seems to be intrigued by what I said.She has no idea what I have in store for her.’
Gage removed his hands from where he had placed them on the island behind her.Slowly, deliberately, he moved them to rest on her knees.He could feel a slight trembling ripple through her.Good.He wanted her trembling for him, wanted her thrown off her game.Since that first night they became lovers, the power had been shared.Give and take.Tonight however, Gage would take full charge.He would hold the power, he would take her, she would submit to him.
“You’re trembling Stacey.”He hummed, his hands slowly inching up.“Why is that babe?”
“Gage...”she breathed, licking her lips as another shiver moved through her.“You seem...different tonight.”
“Different?”
“Yes...”
Gage smirked as his hands slipped beneath the soft fabric of her dress.His eyes stayed glued to Stacey’s face.He wanted to watch her, watch her slowly relinquish herself to him.Massaging the flesh of her thighs, his callused hands continued upward.
“Perhaps I’m merely letting myself go.Did you ever think of that?Hmm?”
“Oh god...what...mmm...what do you mean?”
Chuckling low and deep, Gage leaned into her, so his lips were right at her ear.“I’m taking control tonight.Tonight, you WILL surrender to ME.”
When he licked the shell of her ear, Stacey moaned.Almost a whimper.He felt her body go limp on the barstool; the only thing keeping her in place was the island behind her and his hands on her thighs.His lips moved now, slow, and sensually.At her neck, he kissed her delicate skin as he opened her legs more so he could step into them.
Stacey’s head dropped back; her hands lifted almost weakly to grip his waist.Another whimper escaped her mouth feeling Gage’s mouth sucking at her neck.His lips and tongue making love to her skin; knowing how it affected her.Those skillful hands of his, under her dress, now teasing the outside hem of the thong she had put on.
“Yes Stacey.Feel my hands, my mouth, mm feel what I’m doing to you.”
“Gage...”
“That’s it babe, just feel.Give in to me.”
Gage kept his movements slow and methodical.This was just a prelude to what he was going to do to her.Before he swept her up and to their bed, he wanted Stacey a quivering puddle.He wanted her so aroused that she would come the second his tongue touched her clit.His right hand shifted ever so slightly, brushing feather-light against her silk covered clit.
