“What is it? Do you want me to stop?” He started to raise himself off her, but her hands reached out and gripped onto each of his forearms, pulling him back.
Her cheeks flushed in heat. He could tell she wanted to ask something but was too shy without the wine they’d shared last night. Finally, her request met his ears, soft and needy. “I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands all over me.”
She tightened the grip she had on his forearms, her nails digging into his tender flesh, pushing her body up as she pulled him down. His cock instantly hardened at the desperation in her touch. Darkness invaded, his concern disappearing as he greedily raked his eyes down her body. The muscles in his arms bunched as he pushed himself up into a kneeling position. Her nails dragged down his arms lightly with the motion, the sensation urging him on.
He took her hands and, bending over her, raised them above her head, his hands pushing down onto hers to add pressure. “Keep them there.”
He tilted his head, watching for a response from her. She nodded quickly, a breathy response falling from her lips. “Okay.”
His grip loosened then, his fingers grazing lazily down the length of her arms until he reached the juncture of her chest. He stretched his hands wide and moved them languidly down the outside of her tiny frame, his touch soft feeling her skin blaze hotter under his fingers. His hands continued, spanning wide across her stomach and then up and over her peaked breasts.
She moaned as his hands grazed over her hardened nipples, her eyes sliding shut. “Yes, like that, Gage.”
When his hands reached her neck, she moaned, and he swept his tongue against her lips. Her hands rose involuntarily to gather him, but before she could touch him, his hand flew out and pushed hers back to the bed.
“Nope.” He shook his head back and forth, his fingers grasping her chin, his lips nipping hers. “This is me touching you.”
Not waiting for a response, he splayed his hand wide, dragging it down her center, his teeth following, nipping lightly where his hand had just been. She trembled under his touch, a low whimper floating from her, her hands twitching to stay locked above her head. He trailed his hands lower, reaching her feet and gently pulling her sneakers off. He ran his tongue up the arch of her foot and smiled as her body jerked in response. A gravelly chuckle rumbled from his throat as he ran his hands up the outside of her legs and then back across the span of her waist again.
He slid his tongue over her belly button and swirled around the small diamond that sat there. He flicked his tongue over it lightly and looked up at her through his lashes, growling, “I like this. Unexpected. Sexy.”
He darted his tongue over it again as his fingers worked to unclasp the button and unzip her jeans. Dragging his tongue down away from the belly ring, he grazed it along the seam of her panties and pushed her jeans down. Her hips lifted off the bed as he slipped them down past her ass, pulling them off entirely.
With him now standing before her, Hope locked her eyes on his. She watched his hands move to the button of his own jeans now— unclasping, unzipping, shoes toed off, material sliding down onto the floor. His erection strained against the front of the tight boxer briefs he wore, and she couldn’t help the groan that escaped when he wrapped his hand over the width and adjusted it. She wanted that inside her.
“Come here,” she mewled out, trying to contain the desperation she felt. “What are you waiting for?” Frustration and need laced her question.
His gaze travelled up her body and stopped at her eyes. “You’re beautiful, Hope. I know you’ve probably been told that a hundred times, maybe a thousand. But, Jesus, you really are fucking gorgeous.”
She sat up, her heart stuttering at his compliment, surprise temporarily claiming her voice. “I… Gage…”
He stalked to the side of the bed and sat down next to her. “Kiss me, Hope.”
His voice was rough, needy, and full of lust. She didn’t hesitate; she couldn’t deny him when she wanted it just as much. As she pressed her lips to his, they both groaned in need. His hands came up and threaded tenderly through her hair as their kiss intensified. She pushed into the kiss, applying pressure to his arms, urging him onto his back. In one fluid motion, she straddled him and rubbed her core against his hard length.
He growled softly into her mouth as she released a guttural moan. She slid back and forth over him, her panties becoming soaked from the motion, her pussy wet and aching with need. Their teeth clacked together as they moved roughly, their greed for one another becoming frenzied. His hand pressed against her lower back, urging her to ride him harder. She arched, allowing her clit to rub roughly against him. His hands gripped onto her hips suddenly, holding them in place as he tore his lips from hers.
“I’m going to come right now if you move another inch.” His face was flushed as a bead of sweat weaved its way slowly down his forehead toward his eye. She leaned forward and licked at the bead, the salty flavor coating her tongue. Lifting her hips slowly off his throbbing cock, she slung her leg over so she was on her knees beside him.
“Okay.” A sly smile graced her mouth. “It’s my turn then.”
“For wh—” His question was answered when she placed both her hands wide on his chest and fanned her fingers through the hair sprinkled there.
“My turn to touch you.” She leaned over and kissed him lightly before dragging her mouth over the light stubble coating his chin and neck. She ran her tongue slowly down the arc of his neck to his shoulder where the tribal tattoo started. Using her finger, she followed the path of the tattoo, her tongue chasing behind, nipping and licking as it went. When she reached his bicep and the end of the tattoo, she lifted his hand and kissed each fingertip before placing his index finger in her mouth and sucking, her teeth grazing lightly as she pulled it out with a pop.
His cock jerked in approval at the attention she bestowed on his finger. He arched an eyebrow at Hope. “Perhaps not quite the angel I thought you were?”
She raised her eyebrows, feigning innocence, and crawled up his body, where she kissed along the other side of his neck until she reached the Celtic cross on his shoulder. Her body lay across his as she moved her finger to trace the outline of the cross, this time, her tongue licking his nipple before finally sweeping down the length of the cross. She moved back to his nipple, dragging her fingernail around its edge before moving her tongue to flick over its raised peak. His head rolled back as another low growl escaped.
A satisfied smile stretched across Hope’s face as she moved to straddle him again. She stationed herself just above his jutting cock and reached around to undo the clasp of her bra, sliding the straps down her arms and dropping it to the floor. As she lowered her hands, he raised his, cupping each heavy mound and kneading softly. He positioned his fingers so that he could pinch each raised nipple simultaneously, resulting in a long ‘oooh’ from Hope.
Her hips slid back as she arched into his touch, her ass grazing the top of his length. His hips flexed, and it bounced harder into her backside. She leaned forward, placing her hands flat on his chest, and lid down his body. Her breasts fell from his hands, and she raked her fingernails delicately down his abs until she reached the indent of his waist. When she looked up at him, she knew the angelic look in her eyes was long gone.
“This is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” She leaned over and ran her tongue down one of the v-sided grooves until she hit the edge of his boxers before licking back up the other side. She could feel his cock twitch under her chest as she moved, and she reveled in the pleasure she was giving him.
“We’re even then, ‘cause I think you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growled out.
She smiled up at him as she continued to trail her tongue down the groove again, but this time, she pulled the boxers low and continued her journey south. Pulling the boxers lower still, finally freeing his cock, she quickly imprisoned it again as she slid her tongue and then her lips over him.
He grasped onto her h
air and groaned loudly as her hot mouth enveloped him. “Holy shit. That feels incredible.”
Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock before she sucked it back into her throat and swallowed, another long groan echoing around the room. Bobbing her head up and down, her wet mouth sliding back and forth, his grip tightened in her hair the faster she went. Her pussy was throbbing even though he was the one being touched. She could tell he was getting close by the trigger action of his hips thrusting into her mouth. She hummed around his cock, knowing the vibration would push him over the edge. Instead of the deep push she was expecting, he pulled back quickly, his cock popping out of her mouth.
She didn’t even have a second to react before his arms snaked under hers, pulling her up to him, his lips locking on to hers. As she threaded her arms around his neck, meeting his passion with equal ferocity, he rolled her onto her back. His lips broke from hers as quickly as they had found them, and he moved down her body, his hands landing on her hips.
“These need to go.” He grabbed onto the edge of her silk panties and pulled hard, the material cutting into her skin slightly before it finally released and tore off of her.
She yelped in shock but couldn’t deny his caveman tactic caused her pussy to clench with desire. He was back on top of her in another second, his lips finding hers as he moved to position himself between her legs. She spread them wide, anxious to finally have him inside her, and she didn’t have to wait. He used his hand to guide himself into her, finally slamming home in one thrust.
They moaned into each other at his welcomed intrusion and began moving as they became one. He slowed his thrusts down as he gripped her leg and bent it so he could push even deeper into her. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slick from sweat, slipping each time they came together. His grip on her tightened, and she knew it would leave a bruise, but she didn’t care. She could feel every inch of him inside her, and it awakened a fire in her that she thought couldn’t be lit again.
Her body started to tingle and tighten, and she knew her climax was close. Her eyes clenched, and she dug her fingernails into Gage’s arms, tightening her hold on him, trying to fuse herself to him as fireworks exploded behind her eyelids, words breathlessly tumbling out of her. “I’m coming… I’m coming…”
He clung to her as her pussy clenched around his cock, tightening like a vise before finally convulsing around him, and his release burst from him in hot jetted spurts. His body went rigid, his cock throbbing in time to her contractions.
A long moan left her as she loosened her hold on him and her body began to relax. “Oh. My. God. That was so, so, so, good.”
His cock was still twitching inside of her, so he pulled her back against his body. “Not so fast. I’m not ready to leave the comfort of that nice, warm place my cock has found.”
She reached up and slapped him playfully on the shoulder. “Gage!”
“What?” He chuckled. “It might be the best place he’s ever been.”
“He can come visit anytime he wants.” As soon as the words were out, she slapped a hand over her mouth in embarrassed shock. “I can’t believe I just said that!”
He pulled her in a little tighter, his chest rumbling with light laughter. “Nothing wrong with having a little company over from time to time.”
She leaned her head back to look at him in feigned disbelief. “I’m not sure if I’d refer to him as little. But maybe I just haven’t had enough visitors to know.”
He looked down at her in confusion. “Wait, are you trying to tell me an unbelievable woman like you hasn’t had many visitors? I would think you’d have company banging down your door.” He laughed lightly. “Pardon the pun…”
“Well, good company is hard to find sometimes.” She shrugged lightly. “Why? How much company have you had?”
“Uh-uh. Nope. Not going there.” He shook his head.
“Well, that’s not very fair,” she retorted, her voice sulky.
“Let’s just say I’ve had enough company to throw a good size party.”
“Oh.”
A very long, uncomfortable moment of silence settled between the two of them as she let his words sink in. She tensed and was about to get up.
“Wait,” he murmured against her hair, holding her body to his. “I’m sorry if that offended you.”
“You didn’t offend me. Really, I was just thinking that I’m twenty-eight years old and haven’t even had enough visitors to have a decent dinner party.”
This time, he pushed her away from his chest and looked into her eyes. “You think that’s a bad thing?”
She lifted her shoulders and frowned slightly. “Is it a good thing? I don’t know. I probably work too much.”
He placed a bent finger under her chin and lifted it to look her in the eyes. “Yes, it’s a good thing. It means that me being here isn’t something you take lightly. I like that I might fall into the good company category.”
Her eyes softened at his words, and her embarrassment floated away, being replaced by something lighter in her heart. “Thank you, Gage.”
He placed a soft kiss on top of her head as she rested it back on his chest. “Thank you, Hope.”
Chapter Seven
Two hours later, Gage woke to his grumbling stomach. He could feel Hope’s long hair splayed across his chest and moved to stroke it blindly, his lips curving upward at the memory of their afternoon. Her hand, which was resting on his chest, began to stroke back and forth lightly as her low humming vibrated over his heart.
“I can’t believe you’re hungry again.” It came out slurred, followed by a little giggle as his stomach responded in kind.
“It’s your fault.”
“My fault?” She lifted her head and looked up at him under sleepy lashes.
“Yeah, your fault.” He twisted and quickly flipped her so she was lying underneath him, looking up at him. “All this extra-curricular activity.”
He gave her a cocky grin before grabbing her lip in a bite, his eyebrows rising seductively as he let go and slid his tongue over the small indentation his teeth left. “Luckily, you look delicious enough to eat.”
Her tongue darted out to meet his, coaxing it to come out and play. He swooped his tongue out further, exploring her open mouth before fusing his lips around hers. She reached her arms up to grasp his nape, her awakened body surging against his. He imprisoned her, his arms locking tightly around her, his stomach grumbling loudly in protest between them.
Hope giggled through their kiss until she finally had to break away as they both laughed loudly. “Good lord, man. I better feed you before you starve to death!”
He looked down at his stomach, feigning anger. “Yep, I guess he’s not going to wait.”
She moved to climb out of the bed, pulling a blanket off the bottom of the bed to wrap around her body. “We can have dessert later.” A sexy smile spread over her glowing face as she raised her eyebrows suggestively.
“Sounds good to me.” He rose from the bed and, after finding his jeans, slid them on, sans boxers, leaving them unbuttoned as he moved toward her. He tugged her into his arms, engulfing her in a tight hug, and placed a kiss on her head before releasing her and stepping back. “Do you want to shower? I can go down and cook something for us.”
She beamed up at him. “Do you know how much I love that you can cook? Because I hate it.”
He couldn’t resist pecking a kiss on her nose, enamored at how adorable she looked wrapped up in the soft yellow blanket, cheeks flushed, lips kiss-swollen and red. “It’s the least I can do.”
Stepping out of his arms, Hope asked, “Do you want to shower? I can get you some more clothes from Tommy’s room if you want.” He looked at her curiously, and she realized she had never actually told him her brother’s name. “Tommy, my brother?”
He nodded, a look of relief washing over his face. Had he actually just gotten a little jealous at the mention of another man? “I’m good. I like having your smell on me.” He
grinned wickedly as her skin heated. “Are you in the mood for anything in particular?”
She shook her head. “Surprise me,” she told him, padding toward the door leading to the bathroom.
Thirty minutes later, dressed in a pair of black leggings and a light blue flowy shirt, she swept down the stairs to find Gage in the kitchen stirring a frying pan full of vegetables and chicken, with a pot of rice boiling on another burner. “That smells scrumptious!”
The food did smell delicious, but what she really noticed was that he was still only wearing jeans. At least he had buttoned them up, but it didn’t stop her eyes from sneaking another look at the trail of short, curly hair that ran right down the middle of that beautiful V between his hips. That damn V was going to do her in. She literally had to stop herself from walking over to him to trail her hands down his chiseled abs and over the grooves again.
She looked up to find him watching her, her face heating as a cocky grin spread across his face. “See something you like, Angel?”
“Sorry! I know I keep staring!” This time she didn’t stop herself and walked up to him, placing her hands on his chest and running them down over his washboard stomach. When she reached the grooves, she stopped and took a quick step back, sucking a breath in. “You’re just so damn perfect.”
She looked up to see him looking at her with a surprised expression on his face. “Seriously. I mean, I know I haven’t had many visitors, but still, this isn’t something you get to see every day.”
He laughed out loud at her confession. “Guess I’ll keep you away from my Marine brothers then cause we all pretty much look like this. It’s what happens when they make you run ten miles a day and feed you shit during deployment.”
“I don’t need any other Marine. I’m quite happy with you for now.”
He put the wooden spoon down beside the stove and reached out to pull her back to him. She happily let herself be wrapped up in his strong arms. “Good, because I’m quite happy with you for now, too.”
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