in between us like a pot left to boil too long. I can feel it spilling from the sides—losing control.
“I don’t want to hear another one of your speeches. Fuck me, husband.”
The door crashes against the threshold as Gage slams it shut, and the shock reverberates up my legs. He crosses the room in a few seconds, and suddenly my mouth is on fire from his lips. I gasp as he bites into my bottom lip, the pain making me yelp, and then he soothes me by running his tongue over the mark.
I feel alcohol still humming through his breath, directing his movements. It ensnares my brain, commanding me to take off my clothes and fuck this man. My arms singe as he grabs them, leading me backward through his house. Light explodes over my head, and I catch a glimpse of us making out in the long mirror of his bathroom.
Why the hell are we in the bathroom?
Gage’s cheeks burn a deep red as he focuses his gaze on the shower stall. I laugh into his mouth as he leans over me and turns on the water.
“What are you doing?”
“I need a fucking shower,” he growls.
I bend down, and the world swims. Jesus. Still drunk as fuck. I manage to unclasp my heels and slip out of them. Steam pours out of the glass shower, and then Gage pushes me inside. While I’m fully dressed. The water soaks through my wool dress and in the back of my mind, I know this is a terrible idea, but I can’t muster enough energy to care.
The water makes the landscape of Gage’s body bleed through his blue dress shirt. I trace the outlines of his black tattoos swirling around his chest before he grabs my hand and kisses it. The downpour flattens his hair, and I’m fascinated by the rivulets of water running down his face. He seems entranced with my tits. I look down. I can’t blame him. They look pretty good when they’re wet and in a push-up bra.
“You didn’t take off your shoes!”
He looks down, blinking rapidly. Then he straightens, shrugging. “I don’t give a flying fuck about the damn shoes.” He runs a hand around my waist.
Electricity seems to fly through the water as his body presses into mine, my back against the glass. A sigh escapes my chest as his lips graze the bottom of my neck. “What do you care about?”
“These amazing tits.”
Laughter wheezes out of me, turning sharply into a whine as the heat of his tongue hits my chest. He pulls the dress down enough to reveal my red push-up bra. The water still pelting his back, he traces my curves with hands meant to tease, reaching up and around to twist the clasp. It falls, and my tits spill out into his waiting palms.
My deep moan hardens Gage’s expression. He sucks in air and lets it out. “I’m going to make you scream so loud, San Francisco. We’ll get a noise complaint in the morning.”
He swipes his thumbs over my nipples, and they bud for him. I bite my lip to keep from crying out when he surrounds me again, kissing lower until finally the wetness of his tongue hits my nipple. A gasping cry I’ve never heard from myself tears up my throat. He sucks me into his mouth, tongue flicking over me.
“Jesus, Gage.”
His lips pucker, his tongue sliding up and down. My pussy clenches as though he’s between my legs. Arousal roils through every blood vessel. Time shudders still as he lifts his head, breaking his assault. There’s triumph shining through his eyes, and then he seals his mouth against mine. I kiss him back, desperate to alleviate some of the ache.
“Fuck me.”
“I’m getting to it, baby. What? You can’t handle a few minutes of foreplay?”
Bastard. “Are you going to make me beg?”
The sleepy smirk vanishes, replaced by unmistakable greed. “On our wedding night? That wouldn’t be right.”
Oh my God. That’s right. He’s my husband.
It still doesn’t feel real.
He traces the smile on my face. “It’s too late, sweetheart. You said the words. Put this ring on my finger. Now it’s time to do as you’re told, because you’re mine.”
“I’ve never been good at doing as I’m told.”
“Then I guess I have to teach you.”
What? In the past, I would’ve scoffed at such machismo. Especially from the guys back at home. I’m not his pet. I sure as hell didn’t bend my knees for my ex when he threatened my