Page 76 of Forbidden Secrets
“No.”
“Interesting.”
He backed her up against the door and her heart slammed in her chest.The heat from his gaze traveling over her body held such intensity it burned.
“Why is that interesting?”She had trouble forming simple words.
He bent his head, his mouth a hair’s breadth from hers.“Because it opens up possibilities.”
“I like possibilities.”
The air pulsed between them while he seemed to be waiting.Clearly, this was her decision.
She reached for him, fisting the front of his shirt.Their mouths collided, hunger surging to the surface.
The kiss hit like a shot of tequila—it burned, made her dizzy, and left her craving more.
His hands rested on her waist then skimmed beneath her sweater, exploring the skin at her ribs before cupping her breasts.His thumb slipped under the shell of her bra and gently traced over her nipple, making her shudder.
They broke apart, panting.Pancake slumped to the floor with a groan.
Freeing his hands, Gage brought them to her face, his voice gravelly.“Do you want this, Mel?Do you want me?”
“Absolutely.Yes,” she croaked, emotion tightening her throat.
He lifted her into his arms with easy strength.“Thank god.”
“You’re so romantic.”
“You bring it out in me.”
She burrowed into his chest as he carried her through the house, her fingers fumbling with his buttons.She wanted to touch him everywhere.Nose buried in his neck, she inhaled his fresh scent.
In his bedroom, he peeled back the quilt and laid her on the bed, then joined her.The sheets felt soft against her skin.
“Flannel.Comfy,” she murmured.
“I like comfy.”His lips brushed her throat.“But you’re overdressed.”
“You should fix that.”
“I intend to.”He did by removing her sweater, her bra, reverence evident in every motion.He buried his face between her breasts, inhaling deeply.“You’re beautiful, Mel.Everything about you is beautiful.”His words were muffled against her skin.“I want to savor every inch of you.”He lifted one breast and ran his tongue over its pink tip.Her breath hitched when he took it into his mouth to suck deeply.
The pulse of desire evident whenever they were together swelled to a deep ache throbbing with need.
She tugged his shirt from his shoulders.“I want more skin, moreyou.”
“I’m yours, Melanie.Take what you want.”
She worshipped his body, kissing, tasting, teasing, drowning in sensuality, until he quaked with need.Breath ragged, he gripped her hands.
“My turn.”He eased down her leggings and underwear, baring her with tenderness and hunger.Lips, tongue, fingers—he used them all to optimum effect to pleasure her, and when she was panting on the verge of orgasm, he kissed her thighs, then straightened to reach into his nightstand.
Rising over her, condom in place, he paused, watching her, waiting.
“I want this,” she murmured, “with you.”
He entered her slowly, both groaning with the pleasure.She clung to him, overwhelmed, aching for more.
