Gage’s hand on my waist skates up my side until his palm cups my cheek. He angles my face, deepening our kiss. I part my lips and his tongue slips inside my mouth, dancing with mine.
The sound of lapping waves and faraway conversation and laughter wraps around us. But we’re tucked into a tiny cove where no one can see.
And I finally let my guard down. I give in. I turn off my brain and all my worries and insecurities. I fall headfirst into Gage, allow him to catch me, and feel.
The stubble on his cheek scrapes lightly against my palm as I touch his face. He releases my hand and wraps his arm around my lower back, pulling me flush against him. I moan as his hardness presses into my stomach.
My hands track his shoulders, along the wide planes of his back. And still, we kiss. Deep, soulful strokes of our tongues followed by quick, eager, pecks. He nibbles on the shell of my ear, and I drag my tongue along the underside of his strong jaw.
The minuscule amount of clothing I’m wearing feels like too much. Restrictive.
Gage’s large palm skates across my stomach before cupping my right breast. He tests the weight of it before flashing me a sneaky look. Then, his other hand tugs on the string of my bikini top and the small triangles of fabric fall away, leaving me topless. My breasts are heavy with want, my chest rising and falling faster as my breathing accelerates.
“God, you’re so damn beautiful,” Gage says, dropping to his knees in front of me. “I’ve wanted to pull the string of your bikini since the first time I laid eyes on you,” he admits, looking up at me. “Remember that day?”
“Miami,” I recall, leaning back against the seawall as he wraps an arm around my upper thighs and arches up, tugging one breast into his mouth. His tongue flicks against my nipple and I whimper, my hand tugging on his short hair.
He releases my breast with a pop. “Miami,” he murmurs, giving me a wolfish grin. Then, his palm clasps the back of my thigh, dragging up and down my leg, as he lavishes my breasts with attention.
My lower abdomen pulls tight, and I widen my stance, feeling my legs grow weak. Gage nudges into me until I sag against the rocky wall, grateful for its support.
His hand moves upward, palming my ass and squeezing hard.
“Gage!” I gasp.
He pulls back to give me a devilish wink. Then, his other hand is tugging at my bikini bottoms. He looks at me, waiting for my permission.
I nod, desperate for his touch. Now that I’ve turned off my mind, all I want is Gage. His attention. His mouth on me.
The look that washes over his face is awe mixed with elation. And hunger. It sparks in his irises before he pulls the bottoms of my bathing suit to the side and drags his tongue up my center, parting me with one long lick.
“Oh, shit,” I swear, one hand clasping against the rock wall for something to hold on to.
“Put your leg here,” Gage says, tapping a spot in the wall where a rock juts out as a ledge.
I do as I’m told.
“Good girl,” he says, and I nearly whimper from the praise. “Now let me eat, baby.”
Fuck. I drop my head back against the hard wall and close my eyes. One hand presses flat against rock. The other remains tangled in Gage’s hair, desperate to tug on something.
Gage leans forward, pinning me in place. His tongue works magic against my pussy, licking me deeply, sucking on my clit, and making the most indecent and delicious sounds I’ve ever heard. One of his hands comes up to clasp my breast and I cry out.
My body tightens, my abdomen tying in knots as a need I’ve ignored for so long—too long—coils. Tighter and tighter.
Gage pushes two fingers inside my channel and I moan. He works his fingers in tandem with his mouth and I tug sharply on his hair.
“Gage! Oh, God, Gage!”
“Come for me, Calla Lily,” he growls.
I do. I come so fucking hard I see stars. My vision blurs and my body shatters. I cry out, my thighs trembling as the greatest release I’ve experienced in years flows from my limbs. My legs feel weak and if it wasn’t for Gage holding me in place, I’d fall.
“Good fucking girl,” he swears, dragging two fingers through my core.
I gasp from the contact on my sensitive flesh.
Gage grins and dips his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. “So fucking good.”
