“I wanted to say I’m sorry about Mark, but I’m not. I’m not a damn bit sorry for the way I bounced his rude ass out of here.”
I swallow hard as the darkness descends over him again. “Then…what?”
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m not a violent guy.”
I feel like I might break with the intensity of his gaze. “It’s okay. I was just shocked, mostly.”
Relief sags his shoulders, and then he gets the plates to serve the salmon and grilled asparagus. He doesn’t let me lift a finger. I’m just supposed to sit and be waited on. It’s crazy.
“This is beautiful, Gage. Thank you.”
No one’s ever done anything like this for me. I can’t quite figure him out. Is this still about him trying to get into my pants? Why all the effort?
I dig into the salmon, moaning at the flavors bursting over my tongue, the way it melts in my mouth. Then I try one of the asparagus. It’s perfectly cooked, saturated with lemon and butter.
“I’m starting to think this whole dinner is about anal sex.”
“Are you getting more receptive? Just keep drinking.” He winks at me, and my heart backflips. “You’re my wife and all. I figure I should treat you every once in a while.”
“How are you single?”
Gage smiles at me as if the question flatters him, but it quickly fades away. “I don’t care for the whole settling down thing.”
The disappointment stings my chest. “Well, you were a lot calmer than I was when you found out we got married.”
“That’s because I can laugh off things like getting wasted at a wedding and ending up married the next day. It’s not a big deal.”
I take a deep breath, “But—”
“Look up, Olivia.”
My head leans back into the soft cushion, and I gaze into the endless black. I’ll never get used to the thousands of stars strung across the sky. It’s hauntingly beautiful.
Gage takes my hand and tugs. I stand, following him down the porch.
“Where are we going?”
He turns halfway, giving me a heart-aching smile as he leads me onto the lawn, the crickets singing around us. The light from the deck illuminates the ground until we come to a spread of blankets. He claps his hands, and we’re smothered in darkness.
The only thing I can do is press my body to his side as he softly laughs in my ear.
“We’re going to finish what we started this morning. Right under the stars.”
“What?”
I can’t see his mouth, but I feel it suddenly, his lips hot against mine. My heart thuds loudly as my body folds into his, fingers already curling underneath his shirt.
He wants us to fuck here? Outside?
I break apart. “What about the animals?”
“They don’t mind.”
Not what I meant!
We tumble to the soft blankets laid out beneath us, groping in the black for each other. Gage doesn’t need eyes to know where to touch me. With agonizing slowness, he pulls the shirt off my head, the sky kissing my skin. Then the cool air hits my nipples as the bra falls away. I’m blinded, kissing him. Then suddenly his naked chest touches mine, and his hands are at my zipper.
I feel the sound of the zipper reverberating in my pussy. I lay back as he tugs the jeans off my waist, stomach trembling when he takes my panties off too. Now every part of me is bare to the outside—to this home of nature.
Naked skin caresses mine. Gage sits over my legs. I jump when his hand suddenly touches my inner thigh. Gasp when his fingers slide into my pussy. I don’t expect any of it because I can’t see. There’s nothing but the smell of him, lingering. I taste him before I feel his kiss. His tongue slides in my mouth as he slips in my juices, hitting that core that ached for him all day. I claw at his back, digging into his skin as pleasure ramps up dangerously fast. He laughs against my neck, peppering my skin with light kisses.
“I don’t need to see you to get hard. All I have to do is touch.”
And he proves it by grinding his cock into my thigh. My body screams for it. I’m consumed with images of my legs wrapped around his waist, his cock digging into me. The fingers keep thrusting. He twists, and they hit a bed of nerves, making me cry out into the night.
“The whole neighborhood is going to hear us fuck. Would you like that?”