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“I am.”
“Yes I can see that,” she laughs.
She doesn’t have the slightest clue what that sound does to me. Every time she laughs, another piece of my control shatters.
“Is your Mom alright?”
“She’ll be fine.”
“Good,” I say. I nod my head and try and think of some small talk to keep her here.
“Can I come in?” she looks around and whispers.
Abso-fucking-lutely.
“Uh, sure.” I step aside and let her through the door, closing it behind her. I wonder what she’d do if I locked it and then asked her what she wanted me to bring her for breakfast in my bed tomorrow morning.
“I think I left my face wash in your shower the other day when…”
“When we took a shower together?” I step closer to her. She’s got her back to the door now and flattens herself against it. Slowly, she lifts her head. Her gaze travels from my chest to my neck, to my lips, and finally to my eyes.
I raise my arm to place a hand against the door. Right next to her face. My other arm fists the baggy pink sweatshirt she’s wearing. It’s big enough on her that I can’t tell if she has shorts on or nothing at all underneath.
“Did you come to my room just to get your face wash in the middle of the night?”
“Yes.”
I shake my head and smirk. “Liar.”
There are no lights on in my room, but moonlight spills in from the bay window. It’s reflecting off of her hair and I can’t help myself. I take a strand of it between my fingers and twirl it.
She sucks in a breath and when her chest inflates, it closes what little distance was between us. Feeling her right against me for even a second is more tantalizing than I could imagine.
“Gage?”
I move my gaze up to meet her eyes.
“Make me forget about the awful day I just had,” she breathes out.
Holy shit. Mentally, I’m doing a fist pump in the air. On the outside, I try to keep my composure.
I study her. She’s flushed, inhaling quicker with every passing second, and she’s looking at me like I could take away whatever pain she’s stuffed deep down inside.
I lift the bottom hem of her sweatshirt up to her chin and lick my lips when I see a lace pair of black panties. No bra in sight. She lifts both of her arms in the air, and I swear my heart fucking stops. I’ve seen her naked before, but not like this. Knowing I’m about to do a hell of a lot more than just look.
In one swift motion, I have the sweatshirt over her head and tossed on the floor. She doesn’t bring her arms down. Instead, she wraps both of them up and around my neck, pulling me in as close as I can get without smashing her.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I lean my head down and bury it between her jaw and collarbone. That first swipe of my tongue across her skin is slow. Intentional. This isn’t just licking, it’s tasting. My mouth closes around her pulse point and she lets out a moan that sends shock waves through my entire body.
She’s got a death grip on the hair at the base of my neck, and the pain of it sends me into overdrive. I bend my knees, grip both hands under her ass, and lift. I don’t have to tell her to wrap her legs around my waist, she just does. I turn and walk us to the bed, but stop short of it. I don’t want to put her down just yet.
“Stop moving your hips like that,” I growl against the shell of her ear.
“Why?” She’s panting softly and wrapped so perfectly around me, I think I’ll never put her down.
“Because it makes me want to bury my dick inside you. But I want to taste you first.” I kiss down her neck. “Reallytaste you.”
