“The last seven years wasn’t great,” she admitted. “But I wasn’t harmed. I was watched, but not stalked. I got to mostly live the life I wanted to live. You got me out before anything bad could happen with Dario.”
I squeezed her a little bit tighter. “That was the plan. Die, then bring you with me.”
She threaded her fingers through my hair and said, “You better not ever do that to me again.”
“What?” I teased.
“Die,” she answered.
I grunted. “I have no immediate plans to do that.”
She pulled my head back using her grip on my hair.
Then she kissed me.
Like the one from earlier, this one had the power to bring me to my knees.
It was good that I was sitting.
Her mouth caught mine, and her hands moved to my face where she held me still as she kissed the holy hell out of me.
I let her take control.
She crawled into my lap, her pussy now pressing against my denim-clad cock, and ground down into me.
I pushed up, letting her feel how excited I was, and threaded my hands into her hair before I guided her mouth to where I wanted it.
Our tongues tangled.
Her breathing mingled.
When she finally pulled back, she was breathless with kiss-swollen lips.
Nineteen
Can I get a fucking ETA on “this shall pass?”
—Sage’s secret thoughts
Sage
My entire body was on fire.
It felt like I’d stuck my finger in an electrical socket.
Fingers and toes tingling, I stared at the man who had always had a way of stealing my control.
Now, we were here in his room in the middle of a club party, and I was thinking about doing naughty things to him.
The man that I’d promised myself I wouldn’t hurt any more than I already had.
“Gentry, are you sure?” I asked quietly.
His fingers dug into my hips before he said, “If you’re having to ask, I’m not doing it right.”
I bit my lip as he stood up and forced me back to my feet.
I took a hasty step back when he pushed for distance, fully expecting him to say it was all a mistake.
