What She Wants

by Anne Rainey

  Within a heartbeat, Gage was on the bed beside her. As he lay propped on his elbow, mere inches from paradise, he stayed silent as Summer’s gaze wandered over him, her hungry eyes feasting. He could grab her, slam her down on his heavy erection and pump her full. But she needed time to get used to him first.

  “Your warm brown eyes are eating me up right now. Do you like what you see?” Gage asked, his voice a hoarse whisper of sound in the quiet room.

  “I’d like it better if you got rid of the jeans.”

  “Uh-uh,” Gage murmured. “Not quite yet. First, I want you to talk to me. You waited a long time to be with a man. What do you want from me tonight, baby?”

  He watched her throat work, as if she was mustering the courage. In a barely there whisper she said, “I waited because I haven’t felt this excited about a man, not for a very long time. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you filling me, warming me.”

  Gage’s body vibrated with need. “I want that too, real bad.” He lowered his head toward her breasts, took one nipple into his mouth and suckled. His tongue swirled the areola with greedy delight. She gasped and arched against him. He wrapped his arm around her back and lifted her, pressing her heavy breasts against his face while he toyed with the hard raspberry tip. She cried out his name, and Gage pulled away long enough to tease her other breast with the same avid attention. Her fingers slid over his head and her lower body squirmed, as if close to coming. She moaned his name.

  Gage released her nipple. He gently kissed the delicate bud before lifting his head. “Sweet as honey.”

  “Gage, please,” she begged.

  He smiled down at her. “You want more, huh?”

  “Yes,” she shouted.

  “More licking?”

  She covered her eyes with the palm of her hand. “I-I can’t think straight.”

  Gage pulled her hand away and waited until her pretty eyes were looking at him before saying, “You’re so sexy like this. Squirming and restless. Your pussy is drenched for me, isn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she admitted, her voice husky.

  “My cock is going to fill that hot little cunt, and it’s going to feel so fucking good.” The image pushed him to the edge of reason. The intense blaze that had begun heating his blood turned into a wildfire.

  “Oh, God,” Summer groaned.

  “First things first.” Gage touched her nipple, plucking and flicking the sensitive flesh. He turned his attention to the other, stroking lightly, eliciting another moan from her. He let his fingers travel a scorching path down her belly to her dark ringlets.

  Summer grabbed his hand and clutched it against her wet mound. “More. Please, I need so much more, Gage.”

  He slipped his index finger between her swollen pussy lips. “I need some of this sweet cream, pretty baby.”

  He moved down the bed, leaving tiny kisses along the sides of her breasts, her ribcage, then her bellybutton got extra attention. She had the cutest bellybutton he’d ever seen. He groaned as he came to the notch between her legs. Gage inhaled, taking her tangy scent inside his body for all time.

  “Damn, woman, you take my breath away.” It was the last thing Gage uttered before he spread her legs wide and laved her with his greedy tongue.

  He placed his lips against her clit and kissed the swollen and sensitive bit of flesh. A primitive growl reverberated inside his chest at the way her body started to move against his face. When he parted her with his fingers and sank his tongue deep into her slick opening, Summer practically thrust him right off the bed.

  Christ, she was so fucking responsive. The sudden, burning thought of another man doing this to her had him nearly snarling. Gage had never felt such a powerful mix of tenderness and possessiveness over a woman.

  Feeling the need to claim and mark her in some elemental way, Gage began sliding his tongue in and out of her, slowly, building her pleasure by small degrees, then he used his thumb to stroke over her soft clitoris. He licked and nibbled, plying her flesh until all too quickly she screamed and clutched his scalp, anchoring him to her as she rode out a wild climax.

  When she came back down to earth, Gage lifted himself off the bed and moved to grab a condom. He needed to bury himself in her balls-deep. When he unzipped his suitcase, Summer roused herself enough to look at him. Her drowsy gaze tracked his every move. Gage grabbed a handful of foil packets and went back to stand beside the bed. He smiled down at her and watched Summer’s expression change from that of lazy cat to aroused woman. His throat closed with some unnamed emotion.

  Chapter Five

  He tossed the packets onto the nightstand, his muscles rigid as he realized Summer’s entire concentration was on the fly of his jeans. Gage held back the need to pounce on top of her, finesse be damned. “Stand up for me, Summer.”

  As she slid off the bed, her poise and grace struck him like a blow to the gut. He felt raw and intense next to her calm, gentle demeanor. She deserved someone who would be tender, someone who would coax out her passion. Stopping now wasn’t an option, though.

  Gage picked up one of the condoms and placed the packet in her hands. “Undress me, baby, then roll the condom down my cock.”

  Summer stared at him for what felt like an eternity, anxiety evident in her wide eyes. His cock flexed when Summer’s fingers started undoing his button fly. He stood, rock hard, holding on to his control by sheer willpower, and let her slide his jeans and black boxers down his thighs.

  “Lift your foot, Gage,” she softly ordered. Gage was only too happy to oblige. Soon she had him naked, the condom in her hand as she knelt in front of him. She ripped the foil with her teeth and took his dick into the palm of her other hand. He cupped the back of her head, his fingers gripping a lock of her hair. Summer’s kiss-swollen lips curved upward. His cock thickened. She dipped her head and slipped his entire length into her mouth, sucking him.

  “Fuck,” he bit out, forcing himself to stay still, to let her play.

  Gage’s fingers tightened in her hair when Summer wrapped her arms around his hips. He cursed when she dug her fingers into his buttocks, her nails biting into flesh and muscle. She swirled her tongue over and around the bulbous head of his dick, and Gage let loose a curse.

  He tugged, urging her to stop. “I’m too close, baby.”

  Summer released him, but, before he could react, she sucked him back in again, deeper this time. Her moans vibrated along the length of his shaft. She used one talented hand on his balls, fondling and caressing, squeezing just hard enough to draw another groan from deep inside his chest. As he watched her cheeks hollow, sucking harder, Gage took over. He gripped her shoulders and pulled her off him. When she looked up at him, a secret smile lighting her eyes, Gage’s entire body shook with pleasure. He would remember her like this. Always.

  Summer’s fingers shook as she slowly rolled the condom down his pulsing shaft. It took her a few tries to get it all the way on, which only enhanced the fact that he needed to go slow with her.

  She stood, her face flush with arousal. “Was that…okay?”

  “Are you serious?” He was ready to self-combust!

  She looked away and closed her arms over her chest. “It’s been—”

  Gage placed a finger over her lips. “Don’t bring the past in here, sweetheart. This is about you and me, no one else.”

  She nodded.

  “And I loved every damn second of it.” He took hold of her hips and gently turned her to face away from him. As he pushed at her back, she resisted.

  “I want to see you, Gage.”

  “Next time.”

  “But—”

  “Bend over for me,” he softly demanded. “Give me that pussy.” Several seconds ticked by before she bent over the bed. With her pert, round bottom thrust out toward him like a juicy fruit, Gage gave in to his hunger. He stroked his palm over her ass cheeks, then leaned down and bit the creamy flesh.

  “Gage!”

  He chuckled. “Sorry, but you look so dam
n yummy.”

  He wedged a leg between her thighs and forced her open wider. Summer’s legs trembled, and it cooled him down just enough to slip his finger inside of her to test her readiness. He needn’t have worried. She was so damn wet and slick, his mouth watered. No doubt she’d be tight, but her juices would ensure he didn’t hurt her.

  Gage clutched her hips in one hand and guided his cock to her slit. Careful not to hurt her, he eased inside her cunt a few inches, then stopped. She whimpered, and he smoothed his palm up her spine, relishing her pretty, sun-kissed skin. Her moans tore at his control.

  “Easy, pretty baby.”

  “Oh, God, you feel so good. So full.”

  His chest swelled at the confession. “You fit me like a silk glove. Your pretty cunt is hugging my cock, baby.”

  She threw her head back, shiny dark hair cascading down her back, nearly touching her ass. As she reached a hand between her thighs and grasped his balls in one hand, squeezing, his thoughts scattered. “Christ, Summer.”

  It was the sort of pleasure/pain that sent a man into another dimension. All Gage needed, all he craved, was hot, liquid satisfaction. His and Summer’s.

  He thrust into her with one powerful stroke, filling her completely. She cried out his name, and it was music to his ears. He started to move, a gentle rhythm at first, then faster. Summer met him thrust for thrust. Gage lowered his body over hers, covering her smaller frame with his own. He caged her in, holding her to him as he pushed in and out. Hard and fast. Slow and tender. He played and tormented them both with the maddening tempo.

  He touched her neck with his tongue and found a particularly sensitive spot that caused Summer to lay her head to the side, giving him better access. Gage sucked at her sensitive skin, marking her. Her inner muscles clutched him like a fiery fist as her body spun out of control.

  Gage wrapped his hand loosely around her neck in a dominating hold as she came loud and long for him. Only him. No other. The unsettling thought came out of nowhere. When Summer quieted and slumped against the bed, Gage released her neck and thrust his cock deep, practically fucking her into the mattress. His balls drew up close as he shouted her name.

  “God, yes, come for me, Gage,” she groaned beneath him.

  Her quiet demand did him in. He lifted her hips, then pushed into her snug cunt once more, fusing them together irrevocably. He exploded, warm jets of come filling the condom.

  Gage collapsed on top of her, careful not to crush her. As he swept her sweat-soaked hair off her cheek and kissed her, peace stole through him.

  Chapter Six

  Summer’s muscles burned. Damn, her pussy still throbbed. She’d never had sex like what she’d just experienced with Gage. She felt a bit guilty for thinking such a traitorous thought, but it was true nonetheless. Sex with Seth had been enjoyable, soft and easy. Comfort was high on the list, variety wasn’t. Gage had just given her a taste of something sizzling and exciting. She could so easily become addicted to the delicious man.

  She forced herself to remember the number one rule: Gage wasn’t staying. Soon he’d go back to his life in Ohio, and she’d have to get on with living. Without him. Summer let out a breath. She simply wasn’t cut out for casual summer flings. When Gage started to slip out of her, she instantly chilled. Already she wanted him buried deep again.

  “Stay put, baby, I’ll be right back.”

  She turned and sat up in time to see him enter the bathroom. A large, curving tattoo covered the top half of his back. She was too far away to see what the intricate design was, but ink on Gage was sexy as hell.

  As she stood and started to pick up her discarded—and now very crinkled clothing—Gage came back into the room. He looked at the clothes she clutched in her hand and frowned.

  “Going somewhere?”

  A mere two words, but they were enough to make her body respond with a rush of liquid fire. Summer straightened her spine and pulled on her tank, trying to appear relaxed, as if she dressed in front of a naked man every day.

  “I’m going back to my own room. I have guests who will expect breakfast in the morning.”

  Gage crossed the room and stroked a finger down her cheek. “You know, when a man gives a woman an orgasm, he expects her to stick around.”

  “I thought men hated all that cuddling stuff.”

  “A myth.”

  Summer couldn’t seem to focus on his words. His gentle caress was simply too distracting. “Huh?”

  All his concentration seemed to be on the finger moving from her cheek to her lower lip, he murmured, “A man wants to slide between the sheets with the woman he’s just managed to pleasure. He wants to sleep real close, hold her real tight. It sort of gives him a sense of comfort knowing she’s near.” His voice lowered an octave. “Knowing she’s his to touch, to fondle, to love, and all he has to do is reach out and she’s there.”

  Summer struggled to stay on track. “I-If I’m in your room, it may look bad to the other guests. I can’t stay here all night.” Oh, but how she ached to sleep in his warm, solid arms.

  “I have an idea that’ll suit the both of us.” He slipped his finger away from her lips and let it travel down to her breasts. He glided the single digit over and around her nipple, sparking her nerve endings. “How about I come to your room,” Gage helpfully suggested. “That way no one will know you’ve been naughty.”

  She smiled at his playfulness and secretly applauded his quick thinking. “Yes,” Summer readily agreed. Gage’s finger left her breast, and she wanted to beg him to put it back.

  Speechless, she watched as he took her shorts out of her hand and went to his knees. “Let’s get these on you, baby. I can’t have the other male guests seeing your sweet ass. That’d seriously piss me off.”

  An image of her parading around the halls buck-naked sprang to mind, and she laughed. “That really would be a sight, wouldn’t it?”

  “Mmm, a very sexy sight, if you ask me.”

  Summer’s face heated at the intensity of his words. She started to lift her foot when she realized he’d forgotten her panties. “Uh, Gage, I need my underwear.”

  He looked up the length of her, slowly, attentively, before growling, “Uh-uh, those I’m keeping.”

  She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. “A trophy?”

  He tsked. “No, silly, a reminder. A delicate, fragrant reminder of the woman who took me to heaven.”

  Summer didn’t say anything else as she offered him her foot.

  Chapter Seven

  What the fuck am I doing? A simple hot night of sex. That was all it was supposed to be. As Gage stood behind Summer, playing with the length of her hair while she fiddled with the lock on her door, he realized his simple night of sex had just turned into more.

  She shifted around and her ass snagged his attention. Damn, he loved watching her move. Summer didn’t seem to realize her own sex appeal. Everything she did was sexy, alluring. He’d watched her as she sashayed down the hallway to her private quarters. His cock had lengthened at the pretty sight. He needed to be buried deep inside her cunt again.

  Soon.

  Summer pushed the door open and flipped on the light. Gage got his first glimpse inside Summer’s private haven. He wasn’t surprised in the least to find it decorated with a stylish sort of comfort. She seemed to like her comforts. Easy clothes, simple hairstyle.

  A peach-and-beige-striped couch and matching love seat complemented the light pine coffee table and large entertainment cabinet. Cozy and uncluttered. He liked it.

  “Do you want something to drink?”

  Gage looked down at her. She had her hands clutched in front of her, as if nervous. Gage couldn’t help but think about her two years of celibacy. What did a woman do with two years of no sex?

  He closed the small space separating them and cupped the back of her head. “I don’t want a drink, baby. I want you.”

  Desire darkened her eyes. A light blush stole over her cheeks and it was so fuc
king adorable. He kissed her, just a tender peck. Anything more and he’d lose control, take her on the living room carpet. Gage entwined his fingers with hers, enjoying the feel of her silky skin engulfed by his large hands.

  “Where’s your bedroom?”

  She blinked as if trying to assimilate all that was happening, before pointing to a closed door. Gage dropped his hands from hers and moved behind her. He gripped her waist and nudged her forward. When her feet started to move, Gage let a grin escape. Summer didn’t stop until she reached the other room. Gage’s temperature spiked as he pictured Summer spread out on the king-sized sleigh bed, naked. The image wouldn’t leave his brain. His cock seemed to think the door would do just fine. He could slam into her nice and hard and fast. He’d drive his dick so deep inside her, neither of them would be able to walk afterward.

  Gage forced himself to stay still. “Baby, look at me.” Her expressive eyes ate him up. “Are you excited?”

  “Yes.”

  Her eager voice tore a path clear to his soul. His hands went to her tank. As he revealed her magnificent tits, Gage stopped, unable to drag his attention away. Damn. “You have the sweetest body.” He took her nipple between his finger and thumb, then squeezed. She arched toward him, her palms flattening on his chest.

  Gage stepped back, breaking the connection, and whispered, “Undress.”

  Summer stood in the room, only a tiny table lamp beside her bed illuminating her body. She stared into his eyes and Gage stared right back, waiting for her to make the next move. When she stepped back and whipped off her shorts and let them drop to the floor, his muscles bunched. He skimmed out of his shirt and shorts in a matter of seconds.

  “Turn around, Gage.”

  The calmly issued demand took him by surprise. “Why?”

  “I want to see your tattoo.”

  Gage turned and gave her his back. When her fingers traced the dragon tat, he shuddered. “Do you like it?”