For God’s sake, stop it.
Sanity slithers back into my mind, and all I want is for the floor to open so I can disappear and never have to look at Gage Reynolds again. Although I’ve never had a one-night stand or a quickie hookup before, it’s not that I’m against them. I’ve just never had the opportunity.
My problem is the guy I’ve just given that particular cherry to. And my fantasies have never been so freaking hot as this reality.
So much for “one kiss and he’ll be out of my system.” And sure, I hadn’t counted on his magic fingers, but I’ve only got myself to blame for agreeing to that.
“You look like a fucking angel when you come.”
I give a mortified groan and can’t help giving him a quick peek.
“Angels don’t fuck.” Ah shit, did I say that out loud? How the hell am I going to walk away from this with any dignity?
His smile is made of sin as he finally releases my still quivering pussy and traces the outline of my lips with one finger. I hitch in a shocked gasp and try and hold my breath, but that’s not happening. But what’s even worse than knowing my come drenches his finger is my face starts burning. I’m not sure how many more humiliations I can take.
“Suck it into your mouth.” His voice is low and husky and so damn sexy I very nearly do as he tells me before reality hits.
“No.” I squeak the word between my teeth, and then my mouth drops open when he slowly slides his finger between his own lips. Treacherous lust curls between my thighs again, and I belatedly untangle my fingers from his hair.
He pulls his finger out, and I’m totally mesmerized. “You taste like fucking heaven. I’m gonna eat your pussy later. All night long.”
What have I done? And why do I desperately want to take him up on the offer? I should’ve walked as soon as I escaped the cellar. I shouldn’t have followed Kat up here.
Get real, Amy. All you shouldn’t have done was let Gage touch you.
I’m flattened against the door, paralyzed by the tangled thoughts bouncing around my brain. Does he expect me to return the favor? Well, of course he does. Or maybe he expects more than that? Panic hammers through me, but it’s more than that. Because deep down Iwantmore.
Kill me now.
“Gage.” I press my palms against his muscular chest. Don’tthinkabout his chest. It’s a struggle to remember what I have to say to him. “This was a mistake. I didn’t mean—”
Before I can make an even bigger idiot of myself, the kitchen door bangs open. I snatch my hands from him, and he growls under his breath before swinging around to face whoever’s just come in.
“What the fuck d’you want, Tod?”
I shudder. He didn’t see anything, did he? While Tod rambles on about some shit happening in the bar, I rake my fingers through my hair and peer down at myself. Do I look as though I’ve just been ravished within an inch of my life?
Part of me wants to stroll out from behind the protective width of Gage’s back and confront Tod as though he didn’t interrupt anything, but I’m still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm and I sure don’t want him guessingthat.
After seeming eternity, Tod leaves the kitchen and I let out a silent sigh of relief. Gage cups my face in a blatantly possessive gesture that I enjoy way more than I should.
“We’ve not finished yet. You’re staying with me tonight.”
Although I try not to, I can’t help watching him as he washes his hands. I was supposed to keep Gage at arm’s length, not practically climb inside his jeans.
If only he wasn’t Gage Reynolds.
Yeah, well, he is. Get over it.
He slings me a grin, but the tension etching his features is clear. Despite my best intentions, I glance at his crotch, and there’s no mistaking he’s still rocking a hard-on of massive proportions.
He swaggers over to me, and I’m not sure if that’s his usual walk or whether it’s because of his erection. A bubble of nervous laughter threatens to escape, and I bite the inside of my mouth before I embarrass myself even more.
“Hold that thought.” He kisses me again, and it’s hard not to wrap my arms around him. Jesus, what’swrongwith me? Just because he can get me off barely trying is no excuse to be seriously considering his offer. I pull back, which he clearly isn’t expecting, and take a deep breath.
“I’m not staying tonight.”
He frowns, obviously not used to having girls turn him down. “Sure you are.”
