Page 6 of Made for You
Gage wasn’t pretending this was anything less than raw, carnal need, and the fact that my scent turned him on? That hecravedit? It blew my mind … and lit me up from the inside out.
I was still reeling when his mouth came down on the inside of my thigh and coasted higher, kissing me with slow, deliberate pressure. Then, with a low groan, he curled his fingers aroundthe outer edges of the fabric and dragged it down agonizingly slow, exposing me inch by inch to his heated amber gaze.
He let my panties fall to the floor, but didn’t move to touch me just yet. Instead, he paused, pulling back enough to look … to take in every glistening inch of me.
“Fuck, look at you.” He reached out and ran the pad of his thumb through my center, gathering the slickness there before lifting it to catch the reflection in low light. “So wet for me already,” he rasped, bringing his thumb to his mouth and sucking it clean. He let out a low hum of approval.
Then—finally—he ducked forward anddevouredme.
His tongue swept through my folds—circling, teasing, flicking over my clit before plunging deep inside me. Hot and filthy. Obsessive.
He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and groaned against me like I was the best goddamn thing he’d ever tasted. And maybe to him, I was.
He learned my body fast—where I needed it soft, where I wanted more pressure, where to suck until I was falling apart.
I slapped my palm against the wall, my head falling back and my eyes dropping closed.
“Eyes on me, sweet thing,” he murmured between licks.
I dragged my eyes open and looked down to find him staring up at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal.
“Good girl. Now fuck my face like you mean it.”
He dove back in, his tongue relentless, as if he were a dying man, I was his last meal, and he planned to savor every bite. He licked and sucked with obsessive focus, like making me fall apart was his sole mission in life. Each drag of his tongue was ruthless, his mouth working me with a precision that bordered on punishing.
My whole body tightened as pleasure coiled hot and deep in my belly. My thighs trembled and my hips twitched uncontrollably. “Gage—fuck! I’m gonna?—”
“Give it to me, Siena,” he growled against my swollen flesh. “Let me taste how good I make you feel.”
And I did. Freely. Wildly. For the first time in my life, I stopped performing and simply let go. And when he groaned like my pleasure was a gift meant solely for him, I realized he wanted it—me—like this.
My orgasm tore through me like lightning—sudden, overwhelming, and blinding. My hips bucked, a raw cry escaping my throat as pleasure sparked every nerve ending in my body.
It was almost too much.
It was absolutelyperfect.
I was shaking, gasping, whimpering as Gage rode it out with me, his tongue never letting up, coaxing every last aftershock from my spent body.
When he finally did pull back, he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh and rose slowly to his feet, licking his lips like he wanted to savor the taste of my pleasure. His eyes were blown wide and dark, nearly black in the low light. Wild. Starving. But when he spoke, his voice was gentle. “You all right?”
I let out a breathless laugh that tumbled into a high-pitched giggle I didn’t recognize as my own as my body buzzed with aftershocks. “I think I blacked out there for a second,” I whispered, dazed. “Are you trying to kill me?”
He chuckled, brushing his fingers softly over my collarbone, almost like he couldn’t resist touching me even now. He was quiet for a long moment, but then he answered by way of a slow grin that was full of mischief and sin. “If I were, darlin’, you’d be dying a very happy woman.”
“Cocky bastard,” I muttered, but the words lacked any real heat. I was too wrecked, too far gone to do anything but let him gloat.
“You’re not wrong there.” He kissed me again, slow and deep, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue.
I reached for his belt buckle, but his hand caught mine mid-motion, stopping me with gentle but firm pressure. “We don’t have to,” he said, voice tight with restraint. “You say the word, and I’ll hold you all night—no expectations.”
I shook my head, already tugging him closer. “Oh, wedefinitelyhave to. Was I not clear earlier when I said I wanted you?”
That made something flicker behind his eyes, something dark and pleased and a little bit feral. He stepped closer, our bodies pressed together as he backed me slowly toward the bed, his hand splayed over my ass, his fingers digging into the plump flesh there.
When the back of my knees bumped the edge of the mattress and I stopped moving backward, I looked up to find Gage studying my face like I was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen.
“Tell me what you want,” he said. “I can be slow. Gentle. The kind of man who makes love like a gentleman.” His free hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip with soft tenderness. “Or … I can fuck you hard, like I’ve been dying to do since the second I saw you. Ladies’ choice.”
