He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t move. And then he speaks. “Does this mean you’re ready?”
I think my knees are giving way, and there’s nothing to break my fall. Isthisthe reason he hasn’t tried anything on? He’s been waiting for me to spell it out? It’s crazy, but it makes me want him even more.
“Maybe.” It comes out all croaky, like a frog with laryngitis, but he doesn’t appear to notice.
Instead, he takes a step toward me, until his warm breath fans my hot cheek.
“Maybe?” There’s the faintest hint of mockery in his tone. “You still playing games with me?”
My dad’s face flickers in my mind, and guilt spears through me. I shouldn’t get involved with Gage, not even for a brief Christmas fling, but if I don’t, I’m afraid I might never get him out of my head.
I take a deep breath, inhaling an intoxicating hint of leather and sandalwood. It scrambles whatever’s left of my good sense, and I slide my palm over his stubble-darkened jaw. “I was never playing games.”
A strange expression crosses his face, as though for the first time he’s considering my words.Leave it, Amy.The only thing he’s considering is whether I’m finally going to put out, right here in the alley.
I don’t even care. If I’m going to have a dirty fling with a bad boy, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather do it with.
“You weren’t, were you.” It’s not a question. It’s almost as though he’s thinking aloud, and he rakes his hand through my hair, which is far more erotic than it has any right to be. “You’ve been driving me crazy these last two weeks.”
“I thought you’d forgotten me.” I push my hand beneath his leather cut so I can feel the rock-hard muscles of his back through his T-shirt. His grip on my hair tightens.
“Forgotten having you?’ His grin is lethal, and my pussy quivers with delicious anticipation. “No. But I’m gonna make you pay for making me wait.”
“If you’re very good, I might even let you.”
He dips his head, and his teeth graze my earrings in a sensual caress. I shiver and clutch his back a little harder. “I’m not giving you the choice.”
It’s a threat, and I shouldn’t find it such a turn-on, but his arrogance is somehow irresistible, and it’s making me wet. He trails kisses along my jaw, and my head falls back, but only for a second before his rough grip on my hair forces me upright.
“Is that right?” My voice is husky, and he finally pins me against the cold brick wall, his hot body imprisoning me from breasts to toes.
“Yeah.” His mouth takes mine, and it’s primitive and wild, stealing my breath and leaving me dizzy. My nails dig into his back as his tongue owns me, and his free hand cups my face in a gesture both tender and possessive.
He pulls back, just enough that our mouths are no longer touching, and drags the pad of his thumb across my tender lips. “First, I’m having you on your knees, and I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth.”
His words slam into me as the visual fills my mind.Out here, in a dark alley. It’s kind of disgusting and so freaking hot that if he wasn’t holding me up against the wall I’d probably tumble onto my knees right now.
His thumb slides inside my open mouth, and I dig my teeth into him, just enough so he knows he enters at his own risk. It’s a crazy thought, and a nervous giggle escapes me because I seriously doubt I’d be able to bite him if my mouth’s full of his cock.
“Don’t think I won’t punish you if you’re a bad girl.”
Oh, my God. Did he say that? “I’m not into BDSM.”
“Who’s talking about BDSM?”
“You just said you’d punish me.” I’m not sure I should be feeling so horny at the prospect, but then again, since I’m breaking all mygood guys onlyrules when it comes to Gage Reynolds, why not go the whole nine yards.
“That’s right.” He obviously feels that’s enough explanation as he trails a finger along my throat and over my breast. My nipples are aching, but he doesn’t stop to give them any attention. Instead he slips his hand under my short denim skirt and cups my throbbing sex.
I try not to grind into his palm, and totally fail. His stubble grazes my cheek as he breathes into my ear. “Then I’m gonna fuck your sweet little pussy.”
A needy moan escapes me, and I don’t even try and hold it back. “Gage,” I whimper, hardly aware I’m speaking at all. But he hasn’t finished torturing me yet.
His strong hand molds my thigh and then grips my ass cheek. As if that doesn’t feel good enough, his fingers tease my butt crack, slowly sliding downward until he’s massaging my anus.
I suck in a shocked gasp, and all my muscles tense. But not because I don’t like it. He smiles against my temple, and I can just imagine the evil intent in his eyes.
“And when you’ve collapsed across my bed, I’m taking your tight ass and making it mine.”
