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ChapterTwenty-Three
WYNN
Gage looked downat me like he was about to breathe fire. I’d been kissed stupid by the man I couldn’t seem to get enough of, and he looked like he was ready to take someone’s head off.
“Fuck it,” he hissed on a vicious growl before grabbing my hand and jerking me off the back deck and into the house.
I had to jog to keep up, my heart threatening to pound right out of my chest. “Gage? What’s wrong?” My voice came out in a pant, my lungs still trying to fill after that freaking kiss.
He didn’t say a word. The back door slammed shut behind us as he yanked me through the kitchen and past the living area and up the stairs.
“You’re kind of starting to freak me out here. Are you”—I swallowed audibly—“are you mad at me?”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t stop either. What he did was continue to pull me up the stairs. As soon as he hit the landing, he made a sharp left down the hall. The second door on the right was open. One quick glance inside and he used his grip on my hand to propel me over the threshold. He followed me in a second later and shut the door firmly behind him.
I whipped around, my hands on my hips and murder in my eyes. “Damn it, Viking. If you don’t start talking, I’m going to—”
He lunged at me, taking my face in his hands and crashing his mouth down on mine. An electric current rushed through my body. The only thing in my head wasmore, more, more. I leaned into him, demanding he take the kiss deeper as I placed my hands on his chest and dragged them upward, feeling all those hot, hard muscles beneath my palms that had been pressed against my back night after night.
It was as if a dam had broken inside me. I couldn’t get close enough. My arms looped around his neck, and I used the hold to hoist up so I could get closer to that sinful mouth.
He was quick to get with the program, grabbing me by my waist and lifting me until my legs wrapped around his hips. He turned, walking forward until my back collided with the wall behind me. He pulled away from my lips to trail his across my jaw and down my neck. I writhed against him, feeling that hard steel behind his jeans pressing against my center.
“Oh God,” I panted as a rushing of arousal flooded between my thighs. “Gage, what are we doing?”
Shut up, the little voice in the back of my head screamed. This wasn’t the moment for clarity or reason. Not when he’d been slowly driving me out of my freaking mind for weeks.
He kissed his way across my collarbone, down the center of my chest where he dragged his tongue through my cleavage. “What we should have been doing this whole goddamn time.”
“But... this—this isn’t real.” He flexed his hips against me, his hard erection sliding across my most sensitive parts and making any further objection die on my tongue. Even with all the clothes between us, I was embarrassingly close to getting off. But who could blame me after weeks-long foreplay?
His head came up, those thundercloud eyes of his nearly black with need. Need forme. “This feel fake to you?” he asked through gritted teeth, thrusting against me again. “Does it feel fake every time I touch you? Every time I kiss you?”
My brain sputtered, my chest trembling on a shaky inhale as I stared into those fathomless eyes. “No,” I breathed, clutching him even tighter with my arms and legs, desperate to keep him close. I couldn’t help but worry that if I let go, he might slip right out of my hands, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to survive that.
He leaned in, dragging his nose against the column of my throat. I tipped my head to the side, giving him better access as he breathed me in, literally. “Let me taste you,” he pleaded, dragging his teeth against the sensitive skin of my neck. “I need to get you off more than I need my next fucking breath, Wynn.” He pulled back, his expression solemn. “Say I can.”
I couldn’t have denied him if I wanted to. My head bobbed a frantic nod. “Yes, Gage,” I whispered, my words coming out in a rush. “God.Pleasedo it. Please get me off.”
His smile was positively wicked, dimples and all, as he dropped me to my feet. Before I could ask him what he was doing, he dropped to his knees right in front of me.
“Oh shit,” I wheezed, all the air leaving my lungs at the sight of this big, powerful man on his knees in front of me. A flood of arousal soaked my panties.
“Christ, baby. I can smell you,” he groaned, leaning forward and pressing his face against my stomach before dragging it down to my core. He inhaled deeply, a growl rattling his chest as he let it out. His eyes came back up to mine as he fisted the hem of my skirt and started sliding it up.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
He licked his lips, his gaze almost manic. “What’s it look like I’m doing, Wynn? You said I could taste you.”
My cheeks flooded with heat. “I don’t—I mean, I’m not—” I clamped my mouth shut and shook my head, trying to rattle my thoughts together. “I can’t come. Like this,” I admitted, my humiliation nearly enough to snuff out the desire that was burning inside me like an inferno. This was more embarrassing than when I’d admitted how long it had been since I’d been laid. But the last thing I wanted was for him to get down there and put in a serious effort, only for it not to pay off. The few times Darrin had gone down on me in our relationship had been so stressful it wasn’t even fun. It was too much pressure. Darrin always got frustrated when it took too long, so eventually, he stopped doing it.
His brows lifted. “You’ve never gotten off like this?”
I shook my head. “I don’t think I can.”
For some reason, that statement made him smile. “Oh, you can, baby. I promise. Those assholes from your past didn’t know what the fuck they were doing. That’s not an issue you’ll ever have with me.”
He seemed so sure I almost believed him.
