“Okay, Gage. I’ll stay.”
He picked her up and joined their mouths in a searing kiss that sucked the breath from her lungs. Tonya held onto his neck, her lips parting as she felt the need to get even closer. Her breathing deepened in a slow, measured rhythm, betraying the rush of desire racing throughout her body as the realization washed over her that she wanted Gage to make love to her.
“You can’t kiss me like this and then expect me not to be your lover.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes what?” he asked in her ear.
“I want to be your lover.”
* * *
Gage knew he was lost. The desire he had fought from the instant he saw Tonya exploded uncontrollably until he was shaking from the passion struggling to erupt and embarrass him. Their incomplete dinner forgotten, he swept Tonya up in his arms. Taking long strides, he took the stairs two at a time. Fate had intervened when the gates to the mansion malfunctioned, and now the woman who seemingly understood him better than any other would not only share his bed but also his life.
Tonya had no idea how long he had waited for someone like her—a mature, confident woman not afraid to speak her mind. A woman so unaware of her sensuality he found it enthralling and refreshing.
Gage walked into his bedroom and placed Tonya on the bed, his body following hers down onto the mattress. Table lamps turned to the lowest settings cloaked the room in soft gold light. “Do you want me to use protection?” He didn’t have an STD, and even though she couldn’t have any more children, he wanted her to feel comfortable making love with him.
“Yes.”
He kissed her again and then left the bed. Gage kicked off his running shoes and slowly removed his t-shirt, jeans, and briefs. He managed to dampen his passions so that he was back in control and his penis semi-erect. Opening a drawer in the bedside table, he removed a condom and slipped it under the pillow where he could reach it.
Tonya closed her eyes when Gage returned to the bed, the heat of his muscled physique enveloping her when he relieved her of blouse and jeans. Her bra was next, then the delicate scrap of silk of her panties, leaving her naked and vulnerable. She hadn’t realized she had been holding her breath until he pulled her into a tender embrace where her nakedness touched his, making her aware of how different their bodies were.
“I love the way you smell.” He ran his fingertips over her throat, shoulders, and along the length of her arm. “Your skin feels like spun silk.”
Tonya bared her neck as the heat from his mouth swept from her own to her core. Waves of passion rolled over her until she could not stop her legs from shaking. Gage suckled her breasts, worshipping them, and the moans she sought to suppress escaped her parted lips.
His tongue circled the nipples, leaving them hard, erect, and throbbing. His teeth tightened on the turgid tips, and she felt a violent spasm grip her womb. Her fingers were entwined in the cotton sheets, tightening and ripping them from their fastenings at the same time she arched up off the mattress.
“Gage!” His name exploded from her as he inched down her body, holding her hips to still their thrashing. “Stop! Please!”
But he did not stop. His hot breath seared the tangled curls between her thighs, and Tonya went limp, unable to protest or think of anything except the pleasure her lover offered her. She registered a series of breathless sighs, not realizing they were her own moans of physical satisfaction. Eyes closed, head thrown back, lips parted, back arched, she reveled in the sensations that took her beyond herself, unable to believe she had had to wait until she was fifty to experience the exquisite pleasure Gage wrung from her. Then it began, rippling little tremors increasing and shaking her uncontrollably, which became more volatile when they sought a route of escape.
* * *
Gage heard Tonya’s breathing come in long, surrendering moans, and he quickly moved up her trembling limbs and reached for the condom. His hand was steady when he tore open the packet and rolled the latex sheath down the length of his erection and eased his sex into her body. He was met with a slight resistance he hadn’t expected, and drew back, and with a strong, sure thrust of his hips buried his hardness in the hot, moist, tight flesh pulsing around his own. Her legs circled his waist at the same time he cupped her hips, lifting her higher and permitting him deeper penetration.
Her lover’s heat, hardness, and carnal sensuality had awakened the dormant sexuality of her body, and Tonya responded to his passion as hers rose high and higher until it exploded in an awesome, vibrating liquid fire that scorched her mind and left her convulsing in ecstasy. She hadn’t quite returned from her own free-fall flight when she heard Gage’s groan of satisfaction as he quickened his movements and then collapsed heavily on her sated form. There was only the sound of their labored breathing in the stillness of the bedroom as they lay motionless, enjoying the aftermath of a shared, sweet fulfillment.
Gage reversed their positions, bringing her with him until she lay sprawled over his body, her legs resting between his. “Did I hurt you, babe?”
“No,” she drawled, placing tiny kisses on his throat and over his shoulder. “I’m all right.”
“Are you sure?”
She laughed softly. “Very sure.”
Gage’s right hand moved over her bare hip, caressing the silken flesh. Tonya had no idea how sensuous her voice sounded in the dimly lit room. He drew in a deep breath, luxuriating in the intoxicating fragrance of her perfume. He could not believe the passion she had aroused in him; if possible, he had wanted to make love to her all through the night. Inhaling her scent, tasting her flesh, caressing her silken body had tested the limits of his control. He smiled, knowing there would be many more nights that he would make love to Tonya.
“I thought we were making dinner.”
“We were until you compromised me.”
“I compromised you?” Gage asked. “You were the one who seduced me.”
