“I think we should continue this in your bedroom.” Gage stood, scooping me up with him, and carried me to my bed. He set me on the edge of it, unbuttoned my pants, and slid down my zipper. “Next secret. Florence has four cats.”
“Four!”
While I processed that, Gage slid off my pants, taking my panties with them.
“Seems like cheating,” I said.
He knelt between my legs. He stroked my inner thigh with one hand and rubbed my clit with his opposite thumb.
I arched and moaned.
He slid lower until his head was between my legs. He slid his finger over my seam and parted me, then slipped his fingertip inside me and flicked his tongue over my clit. “Just in case you hadn’t forgiven me for cheating at our game,” he said, then resumed fingering and tonguing me in earnest.
Hell, by that point, I could barely remember my own name, let alone that he had abandoned our game. I threaded my fingers in his thick, silky hair and moved against his mouth, the friction building fast. It had been too long. Too long since I’d had a man in my bed, plying me with his hands and mouth. Too long since I’d come on someone’s tongue. Too long since I’d come with someone else at all.
He slid a second finger inside me and plunged deep and hard. So sweet. So hot. So good. I arched higher, needing to feel his touch as deep as he could go, riding his mouth and hand until waves rose and crashed over me, screaming his name as my release exploded through my body.
By the time I came down from the high, he was naked and climbing onto the bed beside me.
“Condoms in the nightstand,” I said.
When he turned onto his side to retrieve the box, I ran my hand down the hard, lean muscles in his back and cupped his firm ass.
“I like the way you touch me,” he said, leaning back into me.
I slipped my hand over his hip and traced a path across his hard abs. I made a mental note to come back to those later and spend an appropriate amount of time worshipping them. I slid my hand lower and gripped his cock, long and thick and hard for me.
“Christ,” he groaned and pulled just out of my reach. He held up an unwrapped condom. “As much as I do not want you to stop, I want to be inside you the first time I come with you.”
He rolled onto his back, and I straddled his thighs, taking a moment to rub them and appreciate the many hours of rec league sports and biking that had chiseled his rock-hard muscles. He rolled on the condom, then splayed his arms wide, inviting me to climb on top of him.
I crawled slowly up his body, moving my hips inch by inch, running my fingers over his abs and chest, rolling his nipples between my fingers, and making his cock twitch. I hovered above him, ready to sheathe him in my wet, desperate pussy. I reached behind me and between us and cupped his balls, massaging them gently as I slid onto him, contrasting their softness in my palm against his hard cock filling my core.
He closed his eyes and let out a long hiss between his teeth. I uncupped his balls so I could slide him into me to the hilt. When our hips touched, he gripped my sides and held me still for a minute, pulling himself back from the brink so he could last longer. I quivered in anticipation. He released my hips, and I writhed on top of him, riding him, slowly at first, then building, moving faster. He cupped my breasts, rubbing both my nipples with his thumbs. He sat up and sucked one into his mouth. His teeth, those straight, white teeth that created his dazzling smile, grazed over my nipple. I screamed and arched backward.
He gripped my hips again, taking over the rhythm, driving me faster and plunging himself deeper. My climax started deep inside me, where the head of his cock rubbed against me. I clenched my ass and my belly, gripping him as tightly as I could, feeling him tighten and spasm as he groaned my name. I threw back my head and gave myself over to pure sensation, to heat and light and blissful release.
* * *
Hours later, we lay in my bed in the dark, satisfied and spent, he on his back with me turned toward him. He traced his fingers down my spine, and I closed my eyes, drifting toward a well-earned slumber.
“Hey, Kat, one more secret.”
I stirred and kissed his shoulder. “I think we’re even.”
“I know. But I want to tell you this.” He laid his hand on my cheek and gazed into my eyes. “That story about my parents—about what my mom said after my dad died—I never tell that to anyone.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
“I know that, too.” He kissed me gently, then pulled me close.
I curled against his side and closed my eyes again. I took long, even breaths, trying to hold myself together because I was about to blow apart.
I shouldn’t have let this happen. When I’d left my meeting with X, I’d been determined to tell Gage as much of the truth as I was allowed, offer him my friendship, and send him home. Anything else was unfair when there was so much more I couldn’t tell him. But when it had come time to do the right thing, I hadn’t wanted to let him go.
I was living a lie, a lie that affected him and potentially anyone close to him, and someday, when he figured that out, he would hate me. Someday he would realize he could trust me with his secrets, but not with his heart.
CHAPTER 21
