Page 106 of Tabitha

At knowing that he plans to stay.

When he pushes away his plate, I stand and close the distance separating us. I push down on his shoulder when he would’ve stood, then I grab the material of my skirt, slowly pulling it up until I have enough room to straddle him.

Gage doesn’t move, his relaxed expression vanishing as I settle myself across his lap. His green eyes darken with hunger, and I pull off his glasses, needing to see him without a barrier between us.

The sexy nerd look disappears, replaced with a sexy, tousled look that has his sandy brown hair looking like he just rolled out of bed. His scruffy five o’clock shadow gives him a dangerous air, leaving the impression that he’s just seconds away from pouncing.

His hands automatically settle on my hips to steady me, his grip almost harsh, belying the way he sits seemingly so relaxed beneath me. When I rest my hands against his chest, I feel the tension thrumming through him, and I play with the top button of his shirt, easily slipping it free.

“What are you doing?” He whispers the husky, almost amused question.

I purse my lips, then click my tongue. “Well, if it’s not obvious that I’m trying to seduce you, I’ll need to up my game.”

Before he has a chance to say anything, I grab the two sides of his shirt and yank, humming in pleasure as the buttons go pinging across the room. When the well-defined lines of his chest come into view, my core practically drips.

“There…” I innocently trace my fingers along the dog tags, taking care not to touch his flesh for fear I won’t be able to control myself. The metal is warm, heat practically radiating from his skin, and I shiver against the need to press closer. “That’s better, don’t you think?”

He doesn’t answer with words, just grabs the back of my neck and drags me forward, kissing me with an intensity that feels like he’s trying to steal my soul. I don’t hold back, giving him everything he asks. When he nibbles on my lips, I can’t stop my hips from rocking against him, moaning when my core brushes against his erection.

He urges me to continue, dragging me harder against him, and I practically purr when pleasure curls through me. Without breaking the kiss, he reaches under my skirt, dragging his palms along my legs, and I can’t stop myself from squirming as he works his way higher and higher in incredibly slow increments, but no amount of encouragement makes him move faster.

I’m about ready to growl my impatience when his fingers finally brush across my center.

He jolts at finding me naked under the dress, then pulls back slightly to look down at me. Desire darkens his eyes to an emerald color, and he stares into mine, then boldly runs his fingers over me again, his touch firm and slow, watching every nuance of my face.

It’s like being set on fire. He doesn’t speed up or slow down, just keeps his strokes slow and measured as I burn. I’m helpless to do anything but hang on for the ride, grinding against him, nearly whimpering when his touch becomes firmer with each pass.

My orgasm takes me by surprise, and I gasp as it rolls over me in a gentle wave. Not once does he slow his movements, watching me until I’m left a panting mess in his lap.

Just as the last waves fade, he sinks three fingers into me deep and hard, his thumb pressing almost brutally against my clit, and sets me off again, the orgasm more intense as he thrusts in and out of me relentlessly. I cling to him, barely able to think, much less function as he tears my world apart.

When I float back down from the pleasure, I find myself slumped against him, his hand running comfortingly up and down my back. I shudder as he gives my core one last caress before pulling away. When he scoops me up in his arms, I fight against the urge to snuggle against him. “Wait…are we finished?”

I can’t keep the disappointment out of my tone.

A chuckle rumbles in his chest, and he deposits me on the kitchen island. “Are you saying two orgasms aren’t enough for you, princess?”

“No. Yes?” I huff out an impatient breath, squirming at the promise of more, torn between scowling at him and begging him for a repeat performance. “I meant to say that you didn’t get to enjoy yourself.”

“Didn’t I?” He raises an imperious brow, pushing closer until he’s nestled between my legs. “Watching you come apart under my touch is like magic. I’ll never get tired of seeing it.”

Heat fills my cheeks at his praise. I’m so distracted that I startle when he pushes me back against the island until I’m sprawled across the surface. Never once taking his gaze from mine, he encircles my ankles with his hands, then he slowly drags his palms along my legs, pulling my skirt up along the way until I’m bare to him.

But I’m done with having him take over and do all the work.

I want to be part of a relationship, with all the give and take.

I want to touch him and give him the pleasure he’s shown me.

I want everything.

Putting my thoughts into action, I sit up and push away his hands, locking my feet behind his thighs so he can’t escape. A curious look enters his eyes, part amusement, part uncertainty. Ignoring it all, I focus on wrestling with the closure of his pants. I unbutton his slacks, lower the zipper, then eagerly slip my hands inside the boxer briefs he’s wearing.

His cock isn’t overly long, but the circumference of him is massive. I can’t get my fingers even partially around his girth. My core clenches around nothing, leaving an ache behind that won’t be assuaged by anything but him sinking deep into my core.

I give him an experimental stroke, and it’s like warm steel, not even an ounce of give. I wrap my second hand around him to get a firmer grip, and a moan rumbles in his chest. I go from base to tip, giving the end a little twist, then head back down, pressing hard at the base before doing it again, noting what makes his hips thrust and him shudder in pleasure.

Before I can work up a good rhythm, he grabs my wrists and pries my hands off him.

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