I feel like an idiot for not searching for the circuit board, and now I must seem like a lovesick moron. “If I knew it’d be that simple, I would’ve taken care of it myself.”
A step forward from Gage makes my back press against the wall.
“You showed up at my door half-naked so that you could lure me to your dark apartment and have your way with me. Admit it.”
I laugh, sputtering as he wipes a strand of hair from my face. “I did not lure you here.”
“You didn’t have to. I told you my cock is yours.”
God. “Stop talking about your cock!”
“Stop making it excited, then.”
I look down.
Mistake number two.
My mouth gapes open at the sight of Gage’s black jeans, bulging between his legs. Then I lift my hands to my lips.
Oh God, the towel!
Too late. It falls to the floor around my feet. My head pounds with blood as I watch it, Gage’s body inches from my own. I’m afraid to look up—if I see those smoldering eyes I won’t be able—
“Fuck.”
His low whisper tempts a glance, and I look at the vein throbbing in his neck. Then his lips, slightly parted. His hollow cheeks slightly stained with red, and then his narrowed gaze. And it’s all over.
The calm blues splinter, blazing like stars exploding. I barely whimper before his growling mouth seizes my lips. His tongue slips inside, and I palm his chest through the thin t-shirt, wanting his head.
He grabs my waist, his arms swooping over my back and ass. I’m lifted, and my legs wrap around his waist. Our lips break apart to breathe, a wicked smile flickers. He’s like an animal—some sort of caveman. His tongue drags down my neck, hot breath billowing over the wet marks. It stings. It feels amazing. Biting me, his mouth travels down. Closer and closer. I dig my fingers into his broad shoulders as he bites one of my breasts.
“Shit!”
It hurts only a little, especially when his tongue spreads over my nipple, flicking my hardened bud. The wet heat swirls around it as I gasp out nonsense words, overcome with the feeling of him. Of Gage running his mouth all over my tits, kissing me, biting me. This hunk of a man I barely know, pushing all my boundaries. And me, loving every second of it.
He shifts so he’s supporting me with one arm, the other inching up my thigh. His smirk widens as I cry out.
“I’ve been thinking—and I’ve decided it’s a crime that you haven’t blown me yet. Especially after I made you come on my tongue.”
He would think that. But there’s no denying that I love the idea of wrapping my lips around him. Making him come undone.
“Are you asking me to suck your cock?”
“No, I’m telling you. Kneel.”
He doesn’t bark out the order, though. He purrs. It’s somewhere between that and a growl, deep in the back of his throat.
His lips touch mine softly, his breaths coming out in quick little gasps. Then he lets me slide down his arms. As my palm grazes his chest, I feel his heart hammering like mad.
Another lurch of desire pulls between my legs as I spread my hands over his bulge. His eyelids flutter when I squeeze, and then he takes my shoulders, pushing me. It’s such a thrill to make him lose control that I follow the pressure.
Face to face with his crotch, I slowly unbutton his jeans, fingers sliding over his length. I kiss him through the fabric as I unzip him. His stomach jumps when I touch my lips above the waistband of his jeans. Then I pull them down. Admiring the shape of his muscled legs, I let the pants fall. Jesus. He looks amazing in those tight black briefs, his cock absurdly large against the cotton, his ass a perfect bubble. I take the underwear off, sighing when he bounces free. Then I grab the root of his cock and open my mouth.
I feel his gritty moans of pleasure as though they resonate between my legs. He slides into me, inch by inch. I pull back, teasing, flicking my tongue over his sensitive head. Greedy fingers curls into my hair, holding my head still.
I take him deep, glorying in the filthiness of it. Mark would have never allowed me to kneel. He would’ve found it too degrading. And maybe I would’ve agreed. It took a man like Gage to make me realize I wanted