Chapter Four
Amelia
I shouldn’t be doing this. I know it, but can’t stop kissing Gage Reynolds as though my life depends on it. He’s still pinning one of my wrists to the wall above my head, and all I can hear is our harsh breathing and the erratic thud of my heart in my ears.
I need to push him away. The fingers of my free hand grip his hair, and I have the vague intention of pulling his head back. Instead I just revel in the feel of his hair caressing my palm as he ravishes my mouth.
I groan, and it vibrates between us, making it even more impossible to pull away. He’s stroking my pussy and teasing my clit, and I’m not even naked and it’s driving me out of my mind.
He wrenches his mouth away and nibbles kisses along my throat and behind my ear. My head falls back against the door, and my eyes are squeezed shut as his teeth graze my skin and his fingers probe where no fingers have been in, like, forever.
“Gage.” I choke on his name and have no idea what I want to say, anyway. Not that he takes any notice. He just continues to traumatize my flesh and destroy my defenses.
Heat licks through me, and my legs shake. Sweet Jesus, no way am I going to come. Not here, not now, and most especially not with Gage Reynolds. I rear back, or try to, but my back is already plastered against the door.
“Stop fighting it.” His throaty whisper against my mouth is a whole new kind of torture. “You’re not going anywhere until I’ve made you come. I want to see your face as you fall apart, hear you scream my name.”
I clutch his hair, and my eyes spring open. He’s watching me as though I’m his own private porn show, which shouldn’t turn me on at all, but for some twisted reason it does.
My head’s screaming no, but my body’s having none of it. I’ll deal with the guilt later. All I want now…is this.
It’s like he knows the exact second I give in. His mouth crushes mine, and it’s rough and possessive, his tongue no longer exploring but invading. I writhe helplessly, wanting to rip his clothes off and feel his naked skin, but I’m pinned in place.
And I love it.
He tears his mouth from mine, and his harsh breath fans my face. My pussy convulses and his fingers are magic and I can’t get enough.
The orgasm splinters through me, and I swear the world slips out focus. All I can see is Gage’s face as I buck into his hand as he milks me for everything I am.
My legs give way, and I would’ve ended up at his feet if he weren’t still holding me. His grin is one of victory, which isn’t what I want to see right now, so I close my eyes. Doesn’t make any difference. His body’s still crushing me against the door, and his cock’s so hard it’s kind of awesome.
For God’s sake, stop it.
Sanity slithers back into my mind, and all I want is for the floor to open so I can disappear and never have to look at Gage Reynolds again. Although I’ve never had a one-night stand or a quickie hookup before, it’s not that I’m against them. I’ve just never had the opportunity.
My problem is the guy I’ve just given that particular cherry to. And my fantasies have never been so freaking hot as this reality.
So much for “one kiss and he’ll be out of my system.” And sure, I hadn’t counted on his magic fingers, but I’ve only got myself to blame for agreeing to that.
“You look like a fucking angel when you come.”
I give a mortified groan and can’t help giving him a quick peek.
“Angels don’t fuck.” Ah shit, did I say that out loud? How the hell am I going to walk away from this with any dignity?
His smile is made of sin as he finally releases my still quivering pussy and traces the outline of my lips with one finger. I hitch in a shocked gasp and try and hold my breath, but that’s not happening. But what’s even worse than knowing my come drenches his finger is my face starts burning. I’m not sure how many more humiliations I can take.
“Suck it into your mouth.” His voice is low and husky and so damn sexy I very nearly do as he tells me before reality hits.
“No.” I squeak the word between my teeth, and then my mouth drops open when he slowly slides his finger between his own lips. Treacherous lust curls between my thighs again, and I belatedly untangle my fingers from his hair.
He pulls his finger out, and I’m totally mesmerized. “You taste like fucking heaven. I’m gonna eat your pussy later. All night long.”
What have I done? And why do I desperately want to take him up on the offer? I should’ve walked as soon as I escaped the cellar. I shouldn’t have followed Kat up here.
Get real, Amy. All you shouldn’t have done was let Gage touch you.
I’m flattened against the door, paralyzed by the tangled thoughts bouncing around my brain. Does he expect me to return the favor? Well, of course he does. Or maybe he expects more than that? Panic hammers through me, but it’s more than that. Because deep down I want more.
Kill me now.
“Gage.” I press my palms against his muscular chest. Don’t think about his chest. It’s a struggle to remember what I have to say to him. “This was a mistake. I didn’t mean—”
Before I can make an even bigger idiot of myself, the kitchen door bangs open. I snatch my hands from him, and he growls under his breath before swinging around to face whoever’s just come in.
“What the fuck d’you want, Tod?”
I shudder. He didn’t see anything, did he? While Tod rambles on about some shit happening in the bar, I rake my fingers through my hair and peer down at myself. Do I look as though I’ve just been ravished within an inch of my life?
Part of me wants to stroll out from behind the protective width of Gage’s back and confront Tod as though he didn’t interrupt anything, but I’m still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm and I sure don’t want him guessing that.
After seeming eternity, Tod leaves the kitchen and I let out a silent sigh of relief. Gage cups my face in a blatantly possessive gesture that I enjoy way more than I should.
“We’ve not finished yet. You’re staying with me tonight.”
Although I try not to, I can’t help watching him as he washes his hands. I was supposed to keep Gage at arm’s length, not practically climb inside his jeans.
If only he wasn’t Gage Reynolds.
Yeah, well, he is. Get over it.
He slings me a grin, but the tension etching his features is clear. Despite my best intentions, I glance at his crotch, and there’s no mistaking he’s still rocking a hard-on of massive proportions.
He swaggers over to me, and I’m not sure if that’s his usual walk or whether it’s because of his erection. A bubble of nervous laughter threatens to escape, and I bite the inside of my mouth before I embarrass myself even more.
“Hold that thought.” He kisses me again, and it’s hard not to wrap my arms around him. Jesus, what’s wrong with me? Just because he can get me off barely trying is no excuse to be seriously considering his offer. I pull back, which he clearly isn’t expecting, and take a deep breath.
“I’m not staying tonight.”
He frowns, obviously not used to having girls turn him down. “Sure you are.”
“No.” I can’t help forking my fingers through my hair again. It’s a terrible habit when I’m nervous, but it’s better than grabbing his cut and slamming him up against the refrigerator. “Look, things got out of hand just now, but I meant what I said. I’m not having sex with you.”
Because sex, of course, is full penetrative cock-in-pussy. Fooling around doesn’t count. If I tell myself that enough times I might even start to believe it.
There’s a dangerous gleam in his eyes that should scare the shit out of me, but just makes me want him even more.
“What’re you saying? You don’t want me touching you again?”
“No, I’m not saying that.” Oh, my fuck, did I say that out loud? What’s wrong with me? The last thing I need is for him to touch me again. His gaze is relentless, and I fold my arms in the hope that will somehow clear my mind. “What I mean is touching’s fine if you can respect boundaries.”
Just shut the fuck up, Amy, and go home. I’m making this situation worse with every ridiculous word that comes out of my mouth. I’m never going to see him again after tonight. We don’t need to have a freaking conversation about boundaries.
“Boundaries?” He looks as though he hasn’t the faintest clue what I’m talking about.
And if he wasn’t Gage Reynolds in the first place, I wouldn’t even want any boundaries between us.
I unfold one arm and draw a never-ending circle in the air with my finger. “Yeah. You know what I mean. No more wandering hands.”
He’s watching my finger as though he’s never seen anything like it before. I freeze, fist my hand, and refold my arms before I do any other stupid thing.
Finally, he drags his gaze back up to mine again. There’s a wary edge about him that wasn’t there a couple of seconds ago, and I brace myself for whatever’s coming next. How do I manage to get myself in these situations?
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” He sounds like he’s just asked me if I have the plague or something, and, not for the first time since I’ve met him, I have the inappropriate urge to giggle.
“Are you?” I toss the challenge back at him, since first, it’s none of his damn business, and second, I have this mad need to wind him up a little.
“Not since I was fourteen.” There’s a hint of a smile on his lips now. “What about you?”
“I was nineteen and a half.” Actually, nineteen, five months and three days, but hey, who’s counting?
He visibly relaxes, and his smile turns predatory as he strokes a lazy trail along the side of my face with one finger.
It’s hard, but I tilt my head to break contact. “Boundaries.” It’s a shame my voice is all husky, since I sound as if I’m giving him encouragement instead of a warning.
“Why?” His question is a low throb that perfectly matches the thrum of my blood. I swallow, momentarily swayed off course. This is why I can’t come back tomorrow—because sooner or later, I’ll fall right under his spell.
My brain is so fried I have no idea what he’s talking about. “Why what?” Now I’m croaking, which is so not sexy. Not that I want to sound sexy.
Of course, I do.
“Why’re you giving me such a hard time?” His sinful smile is more than enough to cause excitable little flutters in my pussy. It’s like all my lady parts are on high alert, just waiting for another hot session with Gage the sex god. “We both know how much you want me.”
Yes, I do, but I don’t like having my nose rubbed in it. “Arrogant son of a bitch, aren’t you?” It’s not a question, and I wish I sounded pissed off instead of breathless. “I hardly know you, and I don’t do one-night stands.”
Just one-night orgasms…
Instead of backing off or laughing at my prudery, he appears fascinated, which is so not the response I expected. Unless he thinks I’ve just issued a challenge. Wouldn’t surprise me. Jesus, I’ll be glad when this night’s over.
Liar.
“You mean you only put out if a guy takes you on a date first.”
That isn’t what I mean, and the stupid thing is I’m offended he even thinks that. It doesn’t matter what he thinks. Why do I keep forgetting that?
“I go on plenty of dates. I don’t end up sleeping with them all. And just so we’re clear, I pay my own way, all right?” Nice one, Amy. So much for playing it cool. He’ll know I’m pissed off with him now. Except, a part of me does want him to know, because he basically told me he thinks I use sex as a payment for a freaking date.
“I don’t do the dating thing.”
I ditch my pride and take a hasty step back. “Good for you. No one’s asking you to.”
Instead of taking the hint, he comes in close and plants his hands on the counter, effectively trapping me between his arms. Again. It’s like I’m doing it on purpose or something.
“I’ll take you out Sunday afternoon.”
Wait. Did he just ask me out? For a moment, my brain goes numb as his sexy gaze ensnares me, but then I catch his cocky smile and reality crashes back in.
“Did you hear what I just said?” There’s no way I’m going out with him on Sunday, or any other day, but I can’t seem to control my tongue when we’re together. “I’m not making an exception for you.”
His grin damn near sucks all the air from my lungs. “Keep telling yourself that, baby.”
“Don’t call me that.” Okay, so I like it when he calls me baby, but I shouldn’t and that’s the point. “I’m a sex-free zone.”
That sounded so much cooler inside my mind, and it really should’ve stayed there since Gage’s lips twitch as though he thinks I’m adorable. Damn Kat and her stupid comment. All Gage sees when he looks at me is a piece of pussy. I know how these guys think.
It’s the reason why I was so sure I’d be immune to Gage Reynolds, not only for who he is, but what he is. After the way the Wolves treated my mom all those years ago, there’s no way I’ll ever get personally involved with a member of an MC.
Not even for you, Dad.