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Gage pressed his hand to my throat, dipped his head closer, and drew his tongue over my lips. “Right there.” His words hummed through me. His grip tightened, and he crushed his mouth to mine.
Was it worse that I wanted to make this a habit with Gage, or that there was still a sliver of me that wanted another round with Sawyer? Something potent. Angry. A balance to the sugary sweetness of Gage.
I shouldn’t even be thinking that. Ever. That thought needed to vanish from my mind now and never come back.
Fortunately, each time Gage brushed his mouth over a new part of my body, what’s-his-name drifted further toward the back of my mind.
13
Gage
Evie tasted so good. Sounded amazing. Felt incredible pressed into me. I wanted to drown in this feeling of kissing her. I’d never had this kind of intensity with anyone.
I dragged my mouth up her neck, planting kisses everywhere. The way she dug her fingers into my biceps made me think she was grasping to stay grounded as much as I wanted to let go. Fuck, I needed this woman more each time I was around her.
How did I survive for so long without being able to breathe in Evie?
I leaned in closer, and the scrape of casters on tile reached my ears. I felt the chair shift underneath me, and my brain caught up to what was happening right as my seat slipped from under my ass.
My knee hit the ground, and Evie giggled.
That look. That joy. I had to have more.
I was on my feet in an instant, finding her mouth with mine again as I gripped her hips and pulled her upright as well.
She hooked her arms around my neck, and as I lifted her, she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her heat pressing into my chest and stomach was intoxicating.
I carried her the few feet to the counter, and set her ass on the butcher block. Her tank top shifted in the process, teasing at what lay underneath, and I tugged the stretchy fabric down, exposing her breasts.
She rested her palms on the wood and leaned back, leaving her gorgeous assets on display without unhooking her legs from me.
This was so much better than strawberries, though… The table was close enough for me to grab the bowl of whipped cream. I scooped a generous dollop out with one finger, and smeared it across one of her breasts.
Her delighted laugh was enough for me to get high on. I dipped my head to lick the sweet cream off. Sucking and nipping at her skin, lingering even when the sugary flavor was gone.
While I lavished one of her nipples with my tongue, I kneaded her other breast with my hand.
“I think the other one is feeling left out.” Evie’s voice was playful and light.
“Can’t have that.” I grabbed more whipped cream and moved to the other nipple. I kept up the attention until Evie was moaning and squirming against me.
She held me tighter with her legs, working her hips. “Are we going to keep playing Nine and Half Weeks?” Her question was breathy and playful. “Because I have ice in the freezer.”
“Only if we get to rewrite the ending.” I wanted to draw this out and spend all day worshiping her. I wanted to give her so many orgasms she couldn’t walk or remember Sawyer’s name.
Evie pulled my face up to hers and crushed our mouths together. “Never mind. That’ll take too long. Fuck me, Gage. Please.” The begging in her voice combined with the way she ground against me.
I was either going to fuck a hole in the cabinet or come in my pants. Or both.
I tugged on her shorts and panties, and she lifted herself up for me to pull the clothing off.
As she undid my jeans, a new thought sank in. Protection. I couldn’t stop my groan of disappointment. Letting go of her for even a second would be agony.
“What’s wrong?” Evie asked.
“No condoms.”
“Skip it.”
