Page 28 of Made for You
Something flashed in her eyes—relief, maybe—before she nodded. “Yes.”
Her answer had me instantly hard.
I’d spent years keeping this part of myself in check. Convinced myself it was better that way. Easier. Most women didn’t want a man like me—one who got off on the slow build, on pushing until she thought she might break. Who liked taking his partner apart piece by fucking piece until she couldn’t form words, only sounds.
But Siena wasn’t most women. She didn’t just want me to take control; she wanted tohandit to me. It had scared the hell out of me the first time, how easily she’d met me there, and now here she was again, giving me permission to go further than I ever had.
It was everything I’d ever wanted, and for one terrifying second, I wanted to grab her, flip her over, and take her so hard she’d forget her name. But if I did that now—if I gave in to the hunger rising in me—I’d burn through it too fast, and this would all be over before it even started.
So I reined it in. Drew a deep breath through my nose, forcing myself to stand there and remember that control didn’t just mean power. It meant restraint.
Because if Siena was going to trust me with this, I was damn sure going to make it count.
I set the rope down and shrugged out of my flannel, leaving just my white undershirt. Her eyes tracked my movementhungrily, her gaze lingering on my arms, then moving to my shoulders. I savored the way her breath hitched as I knelt on the mattress.
She reached for me, clearly intending to pull me down for a kiss, but I caught her wrists and pinned them gently above her head. I had other plans.
“Keep those there,” I murmured, lowering my mouth to the curve of her neck instead.
She arched beneath me, a soft sound escaping her lips as I trailed kisses down the column of her throat.
I took my time, mapping the contours of her body with my lips and tongue, re-learning—committing to memory—what made her gasp and what made her moan. She was responsive in a way that drove me wild, each sigh and shiver urging me on.
The lace was rough against my lips as I moved lower, tracing the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the rise of her belly, the curve of her hip. When I reached the apex of her thighs, I could feel her heat through the thin scrap of fabric covering her. I breathed her in, letting her scent fill my lungs before hooking my fingers in the waistband and dragging her panties down her legs, revealing her to me, inch by mouthwatering inch. Instead of tossing them aside, I tucked them into the pocket of my jeans.
“Did you just?—”
Her words cut off with a gasp as I licked a stripe up her glistening cunt.
Her flavor burst across my tongue, headier than whiskey and twice as intoxicating. I groaned against her flesh, and her hips bucked. I gripped her thighs, holding them open as I devoured her like a starving man.
She was perfect—soft and slick as I explored every fold, every secret place. When I found a particularly sensitive spot, I focused there, circling my tongue until her hips began to move inrhythm with my mouth, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit.
She was uninhibited in her pleasure, riding my face with abandon, her fingers tangled in my hair and holding me tight against her. “Don’t stop,” she panted, her thighs beginning to quiver around my head. “Please, Gage, don’t?—”
I had no intention of stopping, not when she tasted like heaven.
I slid two fingers inside her, curling them forward as I sucked her clit between my lips. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her pussy clenching around my fingers as her orgasm hit and she soaked my hand. I worked her through it, easing her down gently until her grip on my hair loosened and she collapsed back onto the comforter, her chest heaving.
“Holy hell,” she panted, throwing an arm over her eyes.
Looking up at her flushed face from between her thighs, I knew with a bone-deep certainty that whatever game we were playing, I was going to lose.
I didn’t know what that meant for the future—if we could evenhavea future—but for right now, I needed this woman like I needed my next breath.
I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh before kissing my way slowly up her body, stopping briefly to worship her glorious tits.
I kneeled between Siena’s legs, taking in the sight of her pussy, flushed pink and swollen from my mouth. My cock strained against my jeans as I stared at her, spread out and glistening in the dim light like the goddamn feast she was.
I ran my thumb through her slick folds and rubbed a slow circle over her clit. “Mine,” I murmured.
The second that word left my mouth, I froze.
Shit. I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
This wasn’t supposed to be aboutthat… about claiming this woman or wanting anything even resembling more. It wassupposed to be purely physical. Fucking for the sake of fucking. Easy. Simple.
But nothing about my feelings for Siena Bellrose was simple.
