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This was her first time. It should be special, not a frantic joining.
And whether he wanted to believe it or not, she might just be his true mate. Which meant that claiming her would be for life.
It wouldn’t be fair to do that without her knowing and understanding that this might not be just a surrogacy anymore.
“You don’t want me now,” she murmured brokenly, misinterpreting his silence in exactly the wrong way.
“I want you desperately,” he bit out. “But your first time should be special. Let me enjoy you a little tonight, prepare you for everything to come.”
“What do you mean?” she asked him.
“I want to kiss you all over,” he told her. “I want to make you feel how good this can be. Can I do that, Naomi?”
She nodded slowly, her dark eyes smoldering.
His own desire was like agony already, but he would not satisfy it tonight. Instead, he bent his head to kiss her again, gently this time, allowing her to take the lead.
When her tongue darted out shyly, he groaned out his approval, his tongue dancing with hers in a mimicry of what he longed to do to her sex.
Her hands tightened on his shoulders, and he pulled back slightly to check on her.
Naomi gazed up at him, her lips swollen from his kisses.
He bent and pressed his lips to her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids.
She giggled, and the sound flowed over him like a cool stream, refreshing his heated skin.
He kissed a trail from her jawline to her earlobe, and nibbled the tender flesh.
She gasped and arched her back, pressing her lace-encased breasts against his bare chest.
He nibbled and licked his way down her neck, determined to remove the material that separated them.
“I want to take this off,” he murmured to her, sliding his hands under her to tease at the slide.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, arching her back to make it easier.
A second later, he was peeling the cups away, his mouth practically watering at the sight of her lush breasts, the tips already stiff and needy.
Naomi seemed to be holding her breath.
He bent his head to curl his tongue around one nipple.
The sound she made sent lightning bolts of need down his spine.
Easy, Gage. Easy.
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Naomi closed her eyes, trying to absorb the exquisite torture of Gage’s clever mouth on her breasts.
She had kissed a boy in an alcove at the community school once, felt his heart thrumming against hers as he pressed her awkwardly to the lockers, his hands grasping her hips too hard.
Her own body had responded with a shivering want that went unanswered. Then there were footsteps in the hallway, and it was over.
She should have known, had known really, that what happened in that alcove was not the stuff the poets spoke of.
