Six weeks later …

Honey, I’m home.” Edith used her elbow to close the door. “I come bearing gifts.” Edith rounded the corner and had to stop in her tracks.

Wowza.

Hubba Hubba.

Her mouth went dry and her heart sped up a whole hell of a lot. Gage was about halfway up the ladder wearing just a pair of faded blue jeans and nothing else. Not only that, he was painting the wall, using long even strokes with the roller. Watching him work these last few weeks had been like watching porn. It got her going every time. His muscles popped and his jeans rode low on his hips.

“Are you checking me out?” He glanced over his shoulder, his face lighting up with a smile.

“Maybe.” She smiled back.

“We’re nearly done with the renovations. I reckon another day or two should do it.” Gage stepped down off the ladder, putting the roller onto the tray, placing both on the floor. He wiped his hands on his jeans as he walked towards her. There was a smudge of paint on one of his cheeks and another on his chest, just above his left pec. “Have you given any thought to my suggestion.” Gage took the pizza boxes out of her hands and placed them on the nearby table.

“Moving in you mean?”

Gage nodded. “Yeah, moving in. We may as well live together since we either sleep here or back at your place anyway.”

There hadn’t been a single night they hadn’t spent together since he had put a Band-Aid on her heart and had kissed her all better. As in, kissed every inch of her body until she couldn’t remember her own name, let alone why she was mad at him.

Edith pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and gently bit down on it, looking up at him through her lashes. “I’m still thinking about it.” Of course she was moving in. They’d been furniture shopping together. Had picked everything out for the house. They had their whole future ahead of them. There was no way she was sleeping anywhere but in the arms of the shifter of her dreams.

“So,” he pulled her into said arms and kissed her, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, which he squeezed, ending the kiss with a low rumble, “that means I haven’t convinced you that moving in with me would be a fantastic idea.” His lips were a breath away from hers.

Biting back a giggle she nodded. “I guess not.”

“I haven’t worked hard enough.”

“I guess not.”

"Haven't pleased you nearly enough." He buried his head into her neck and kissed her on her pulse.

She giggled and shrugged. "Nope."

"I see you're wearing one of your fancy business suits." He pulled back and gave her the once-over. "Wouldn't want to get any paint or dirt on you. We might need to take this off." He touched the lapel of her jacket.

Edith nodded. "You might be right." She allowed him to peel her jacket off. His big hands cupped her boobs and then her ass. His breathing becoming more labored with every second. Edith loved that she had this kind of effect on him. He pulled the zipper on her skirt down and pulled that off too, his touch becoming quicker, firmer, more urgent.

Edith quickly unbuttoned her blouse, yanking that off. Good lord! His cock was hard and peeking out the top of his low-riding jeans. Making her mouth water and her pussy clench all at the same time.

Gage unsnapped her bra, immediately dipping his head so that he could nip at her nipples. Oh, that mouth, his teeth, his wicked tongue. Edith moaned.

Gage rubbed her through her underwear. Zoning in on her clit through the material. It felt good. She moaned again, feeling her body ready itself for him. Excitement coursed through her. “You lose the pantyhose and the underwear while I fetch a condom.” He gestured towards the bedroom. His voice was thick with desire. A deep rasp of need.

Edith shook her head. “We don’t need to use a condom.”

“What?” His head shot up, his eyes locking with hers.

Edith shook her head. “I’ve been back on the pill for a full cycle so …” She looked him in the eyes.

“You realize that no birth control is foolproof?” He raised his brows. “Not even my nose.”

“I know. I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”

"You know my take on this, on us." He gave her a sweet half-smile. "I'm all in, Curls. Hopefully, literally as well as figuratively."

“I know,” she shrugged, “and I’m ready to take this step.”

His eyes widened and brightened. “I get to come inside you?” He didn’t wait for a reply, Gage picked her up and began to walk. There was a ripping sound. Goodbye pantyhose. There was another tug and he was placing her on the edge of the kitchen counter. Goodbye lace panties. Edith wrapped her legs around him. When had he opened his jeans? They were hanging halfway down his thighs, his cock proud and ready.

Then he was lining up and driving into her. One hard thrust put him balls deep. Gage growled and her mind turned mushy. Her whole body came alive. “You feel amazing, Curls.” His eyes drifted shut. The skin of his face pulled tight and his jaw clenched. “So damned good.”

Edith was panting. “You do too,” she pushed out.

“You have to agree to this. To us. I want to wake up with you every day.” He eased out before pushing back in. “Sleep with you every night.” He held onto her, holding her in place, changing the angle. “I want you, only you, I want this.” His thrusts were harder, more intense. Hitting every spot inside her. It was them, skin to skin. No holding back this time. No stopping.

Edith couldn’t talk, she could only feel. That and breathe. Hard pants that filled the still mostly empty house. Pants that quickly turned to moans and moans to yells.

Then she was throwing her head back and screaming as her orgasm took her. Carrying her higher and higher. “Yes,” she yelled as Gage tensed, bending slightly over the middle, his fingers digging in deeper, his movements becoming jerky. He groaned. She could feel him come inside her in hot bursts. He was pulling her close and breathing her in as he found his completion. It felt real. It felt right. It felt like everything fell into place.

He was breathing heavily. Still deep inside her. His head in the crook of her neck. “I can’t wait to bite you.”

She laughed. “That’s not very nice.” She still sounded out of breath.

“Oh …” Gage nipped at her neck and her pussy clenched. Edith sucked in a ragged breath. “I think you might like it very much.” He nipped her again and she moaned.

“That feels so good.” She pulled back so that she could look into his eyes. “That yes I yelled earlier …”

Gage kissed her. He made a sound of acknowledgment.

“Well, it was my answer.”

Gage pulled back his eyes wide. “You’ll move in with me?”

Edith nodded. “Of course I’ll move in with you.”

“Oh, Curls.” Gage pulled her in close for a hug. “You have no idea how happy I am.”

“I think I might have an inkling,” she said on a smile.

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