Chapter 18

Bentley

When Gage hesitated to take me up on my offer, I was certain he was going to send me away. It was obvious Gage wanted me, but it was also clear this wasn’t how he’d pictured the evening going. I was relieved when he finally agreed.

Placing my hand in his, I allowed Gage to help me to my feet. Standing directly in front of him, I breathed in, savoring his spicy cologne. One of his arms moved around my lower back as he cradled my face with his other hand. His lips brushed against mine. Once. Twice. Then they were gone.

I moaned. That simple touch, combined with two weeks of unwelcome dreams of Gage, left me aching for more.

“Here’s the deal, beautiful,” he began, leaning in close to my lips again. “You said one night. I want the whole night. I want to savor every delectable inch of your body multiple times.”

“What if I don’t agree to stay the whole night?” I asked, meeting his eyes.

Gage chuckled. “You’ll agree. Don’t pretend your panties aren’t wet from imagining all the things I’m going to do to you.” His lips brushed against mine before he continued. “Think about all the times I’m going to make you come.”

“Oh God,” I practically whimpered. His claim might sound arrogant, but he was right.

“The whole night?” he pushed.

I nodded, and Gage gave me a triumphant grin before he scooped me up in his arms, laughing at my squeal of surprise. “You’d better speak up now if you want me to order food first. Otherwise, I plan to have you out of this dress in the next five minutes.”

“I like that option better,” I assured him.

“Good answer,” he uttered as he carried me toward the bedroom.

He set me on my feet beside the bed and kissed me. This time, there was no holding back; his tongue thrust past my lips to explore my mouth. My own hands tangled in his messy hair as he pulled me against his body. Even with three-inch heels on my shoes, Gage was still a few inches taller than me.

I moaned as his tongue stroked mine while his hand moved to the zipper on the back of my dress. I shivered slightly when the cool breeze from the air conditioner made contact with my skin. It was a real contrast from the heat emanating from Gage’s body.

Releasing his hair, I slid both my hands under his shirt, exploring the contours of his abdominal muscles. Gage pulled back from our kiss, his eyes remaining closed.

“Your hands feel so fucking good on my body,” he rasped out.

“I want to touch you everywhere,” I admitted.

Opening his eyes, he smiled at me. “That’s supposed to be my line.”

He slid my dress down my body until it pooled around my feet. I stepped back and stood before him in nothing but my black lace bra, matching thong, and strappy black heels.

Gage’s eyes moved along my body, his breathing becoming labored as he drank in the sight of me. His gaze felt like a caress, increasing my arousal to the point where I shuddered. The air conditioning did nothing to cool my fevered flesh.

“You are so gorgeous,” he praised.

“It’s your turn,” I told him. “Why don’t you show me what you’re hiding in those jeans?”

Gage chuckled at my request. “I like the way you think,” he replied before slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room while he toed off his shoes.

“Oh, wow,” I breathed out. His inked skin was gorgeous. When my eyes moved up to Gage’s face, I expected to find a cocky grin, instead, his lips were slightly parted and his eyes were dark with desire.

“You keep looking at me that way, and I’m going to have trouble going slow with you,” he warned.

“I’m not sure I could handle slow,” I admitted, my eyes moving to his hands as they worked to undo his belt.

“That sounds like a challenge,” he mused. He was obviously teasing me. There was no way a man needed to move that slowly when pulling down a zipper. The jeans slid down his legs until he stood before me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.

Gage gave me no time to enjoy the view. His lips found mine again as one hand cupped my ass, pulling me closer to his erection. With his dick pressed against my belly, I was aching to have it between my legs. His tongue glided along mine as he bent his knees slightly to press his dick against my clit. I whimpered and rocked against his erection, longing for even more contact.

By the time he broke the kiss, I was dizzy from lust. Gage reached down to grab a condom from his wallet. He tossed it on the bed and then took my hand again, bringing it to his lips in a surprisingly sweet gesture.

“I’ve dreamed about you for almost two weeks,” he told me as he lifted me from the ground again, this time to set me on the bed. “Even when I was sure I’d never get to have you, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” He crawled between my legs and stared down at me. “And now you’re mine.”

I placed my hands on his chest to stop him when he started to lean forward. “Just for tonight,” I reminded him. The possessiveness in Gage’s eyes made me worry he’d forgotten our deal.

He nodded, catching my hands and pinning them above my head. His mouth hovered over mine as he uttered, “Just for tonight, but don’t forget that you are all mine tonight. No holding back.”

His lips claimed mine again. The kiss, combined with the delicious weight of his body pinning me to the bed, made me forget any concerns I had. Gage’s possessiveness was turning me on. For tonight, I could belong to him. I could let go of all my inhibitions.

My legs wrapped around Gage’s waist as I struggled to press against his body. His hands finally released mine, and I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging in slightly. Gage’s lips drifted away from mine and moved to my jaw.

“I want to know how those sexy as fuck shoes of yours look on my shoulders,” he rasped out.

The only response I could manage was a needy whimper. Between Gage’s words and his lips moving along my neck, I was unable to form a sentence. His lips continued to trail down my body, stopping so his tongue could glide along my erect nipples trapped behind the lace. Thankfully, he didn’t tease me too long. He undid the front closure, freeing my breasts.

“Perfect,” he uttered before taking one aching nipple between his lips and sucking. My back arched to bring me closer.

“More,” I pleaded. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Gage pulled back and blew on my sensitive nipple. “You like this?” he asked before drawing my other nipple into his mouth and biting down gently.

This time, I practically screamed out, “Yes!” I’d never been bitten during sex before, and it surprised me how much I enjoyed his teeth on my sensitive skin.

His tongue moved along the tip of my erect nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. I felt his hand slide between my legs, to stroke the fabric of my panties. Without thinking, my feet moved. Gage’s hiss alerted me that my heels were pressing into his ass.

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly before pulling them away.

“Don’t,” Gage rasped out. His heated gaze met mine. “So fucking good.”

It seemed he was as incapable of forming coherent sentences as I was, and that turned me on even more.

“Please, touch me more,” I whimpered.

Gage made a sound similar to a growl before sitting back on his heels between my legs. Reaching forward, he literally tore my panties from my body and settled between my legs. His tongue stroked from my opening to my clit, and we both shuddered.

“You taste incredible,” he praised. His tongue slowly moved along my clit, coaxing out my response until my moans grew louder.

As he sucked my clit into his mouth, trapping the sensitive bud, I rocked against his face. His tongue flicked and swirled around my clit, drawing out new sensations with each touch.

I wasn’t sure I could take any more.

“You can take more,” Gage assured me, his warm breath fanning across my pussy. Until then, I hadn’t realized I’d spoken out loud. His tongue returned to my clit. This time, his strokes were softer. Rather than bringing me away from the edge, they held me there. Unable to come and desperate for release I was writhing and whimpering.

Gage bit down gently on my clit while two long fingers thrust into my body. I exploded, screaming and thrashing beneath him.