Chapter Twelve
SALLY TOOK ONE last look in the bathroom mirror, wondering why she was so nervous. It wasn’t like this was the first time Gage would see her naked, but for some reason her insides were doing backflips. She put on her robe, opened the bathroom door, and hoped she could hide her nerves. A hint of vanilla hung in the air, soothing and enticing. She found Gage gazing out the windows. His broad back tapered deliciously down to a pair of tight black briefs. His muscular thighs and perfect butt were almost too much to take. No wonder I’m nervous. It wasn’t that Sally had body issues. The fluttering in her stomach and the quickening of her pulse was that of a woman on one of her first dates with a man she couldn’t get enough of. Sharing rooms, baths, making decisions like should we make love or watch television? were couple decisions. And even though they’d done so much together, they were still new to coupledom.
“I see you drooling over me in the mirror,” he said, turning slowly. A sexy smile lifted his lips. “Nervous, baby?”
He raked a hand through his short hair, and the tattoo on his arm caught her eyes. She’d seen it so many times, she never thought about it. Maybe it was the lights and mirrors, the candles and bath, or maybe it was just that she loved him so much it magnified her attraction to him. But suddenly the tattoo made him look edgy and mysterious.
“I’ll take that finger twirling in your hair as a yes,” he said with a dark look in his eyes.
The nervous habit had followed her from the time she was a little girl. She’d tried to break it when she was a teenager, feeling like it made her look ditzy. But it had been a futile effort and had made her even more anxious trying to fight the outlet.
“I’d say sorry,” she said as he took slow, determined steps toward her, ratcheting up her pulse with each one. “But I like looking at you.”
She was getting bolder with her sexuality. Saying things she had only imagined saying. As Gage began untying her robe, she knew it was because of the way he looked at and spoke to her. He made her feel desired.
“That’s a good thing, bird, because I will never get enough of looking at you.”
Her robe fell open, revealing a path of flesh down the center of her body, and Gage took in every inch. Okay, this is why I’m nervous. He never hid his desires, and seeing the heat in his eyes, the way he licked his lips as he drank her in, made her body hum with anticipation.
He took her chin between his finger and thumb, tipping her face up. “Will you be nervous when we’re old and gray and I want to look at and touch you?”
“Probably, but by then you may feel differently.”
“Not a chance, my love.” He lowered his soft lips to hers, kissing away her worries as he pushed the robe from her body.
He stepped back, his piercing stare never wavering from hers as he removed his briefs. She could see her chest rising with each heavy breath, and she had absolutely no hope of not lowering her gaze to his thick erection.
“See something you want, sweetheart?”
His voice was calm as a summer breeze as his arm circled her waist, drawing her against him. Heat rushed from her head to her core, gathering speed and temperature until it pooled between her legs, turning every inch in between to liquid fire. Lost in the sensations, she couldn’t form a response, and she didn’t need to. Gage claimed her mouth again, devouring her with fervor, sending electrical currents arcing through her. His hands were everywhere. On her ass, back, shoulders, neck, and finally, tangling in her hair the way they always did. She was hypnotized by the rough, strong feel of him possessing all of her. It was all she could do to hang on as their hips began an urgent, sensual grind. His erection moved against her belly, thick, firm, and beyond tempting. He moaned into the kiss, his arousal taking her even higher.
“Love you so much,” he ground out.
And then his mouth was on her breast, sucking so hard she went up on her toes and cried out with his divine ravishment. His fingers thrust into her slick heat, and her thoughts shut down. There was only the feel of his mouth, the lingering taste of his sweetness, and the earnest thrust of his hard length against her belly, matching the rhythm of his hand as he fucked her. Her hand circled his arousal, earning a heady groan, but she couldn’t keep a rhythm when her legs were turning to jelly. She grabbed his arms as her orgasm claimed her, pulling long, lust-filled moans from her lungs.
“I love hearing you lose control,” he said in a gravelly voice.
She clung to him, trying to catch her breath. “When you say stuff like that it makes it harder to regain control.”
“I’m definitely using that to my advantage from now on.” He nuzzled her neck. “Tell me more of your sexy secrets.”
“I have a feeling you’ll discover them all on your own.”
With an arm around her waist, which was necessary since her legs decided they no longer needed to function, he led her to the tub and helped her in.
Too revved up to sit and wait patiently, she straddled him, rubbing her hands over the hard ridges of his pecs, teasing over his nipples, and kissing his shoulders. Gage leaned back, his eyes as dark and wild as a summer storm. His eager arousal twitched enticingly against her bottom. She shifted her weight so she was half on his hip, half off, and lowered her mouth to his as she fisted his shaft, giving it a long, tight stroke and earning a heady groan from Gage. He grabbed her wrist and tore his mouth away.
“You’ll make me come.”
Sally grinned and reached for a condom, eyeing the Naughty Sex Guide. “My, my, what did my naughty husband have in mind?”
“Fuck, baby. What don’t I have in mind?” He ripped the condom package open with his teeth.
She picked up the Naughty Sex Guide and flipped to a page. Reverse Cowgirl. Hm. Now, there’s an idea. “I might need to study that later.” She tossed it away.
He rose onto his knees, watching her every move, as she lowered her mouth to his cock, giving him a few deep sucks. His body shuddered, and when he tangled his hands in her hair, she couldn’t stifle a moan. She gave in to the wild girl inside her, loving him with her mouth and hands. When he tugged her hair, making her release him, and crashed his mouth over hers, she opened her mouth wider, rising taller on her knees to meet his height as his slippery hands moved over her heated flesh. She had no idea where the condom ended up, but his hands were definitely empty save for various parts of her body. His magical mouth came down over her breast again, and she arched against him, cupping his balls.
“Christ, Sally,” he panted out. “You drive me insane.”
She grabbed another condom with a shaky hand and he tore it open, rolling it on quickly. He sank down in the tub, holding the condom in place, and when he tried to guide her, she shook her head and turned around, facing away from him, and lowered herself onto his shaft. His breath left his lungs in a hiss.
Okay, Reverse Cowgirl. Let’s see what you’ve got.
She moved slowly at first, getting used to the position, and holy cow, it was a good one! He hit the perfect spot with every thrust, and when he rose behind her, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples, lightning raced through her veins, exploding in a flood tide of sensations. She arched her back, deepening their lovemaking, clinging to Gage’s arms for balance as one pleasurable assault after another soared through her, until she was shaking all over, even while she tried to remain still.
“Guess my baby likes this position.”
Her chin fell to her chest. “Ohmygod,” she said breathlessly. “Help me turn around?”
“Sure you don’t want to come again like this?”
Oh Lord. Hearing him say come made her insides burn. She shook her head.
He held the condom in place and helped her turn. She straddled him, taking all of him inside her again, and his arms circled her, steadying her spinning world.
“This is so much better,” she whispered. “Nothing compares to being in your arms.”
He poured bubbles over her shoulders, drawing her close again. “Better than that raging orgasm you just had?”
“Much. That was intense, but I’d rather see your face.”
“Me too, baby.”
He ran his hands through her hair, drawing her into a steamy kiss and sending her senses reeling. His hands spread over her butt, guiding their speed. She tried to continue kissing him, but their bodies moved too fast and the incredible friction between them made every ounce of her pulse. Her breasts grazed his chest in a dizzying rhythm. The candle flames danced as their lovemaking created invisible breezes, and the bathwater sloshed around them. Gage feasted on her neck, murmuring sweet sentiments into her skin. She tried to concentrate on every word, but the feel of him loving her and the desire coursing through her were too much. She gasped in sweet agony, trying to capture the orgasm in her periphery, and Gage silenced her with a kiss. His fingers dug into her bottom, quickening their pace, taking her hard and rough and somehow also tender and loving. She felt his breathing stilt, his muscles cord tight, and with the next thrust, pure, explosive pleasure tore through her as they lost themselves in their mutual release.