But Gage ishers, and he’s made her this way. The knowledge excites beyond measure.
“Please,” she whispers to him sweetly, knowing what her soft tone does to him. His cock twitches against her. “I want you.”
“You don’t care if they hear?” He’s teasing her now, but his eyes gleam with hunger.
Minnie’s face reddens, even as her nipples harden, pressing against the thin shirt she’s wearing. She squeezes her thighs together, gasping lightly at the brief flicker of pleasure. “It’s nothing they haven’t heard from me before…I suppose.”
Gage chuckles low in his throat. He digs around in the drawer and pulls out an item that glints in the low light. Handcuffs- and not the fuzzy kind either.
“What are you going to do with those?” She asks, eyes wide. A thrill races through her. A moment of fear, of apprehension. It mixes with want, because she knows he’d never hurt her.
The handcuffs dangle in his tattooed hand.
“Do you trust me?” Gage asks her carefully as he leans over her. His presence is intimidating, like a muscled predator crouched over her in bed, and yet Minnie doesn’t feel afraid.
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” Minnie stares up at his intense, dark eyes. “Don’t you know that by now?” The air seems to freeze in his lungs when she speaks those words. Perhaps he didn’t think it was possible that she, being as damaged as she is, could evertrulytrust him.
For a moment, a flash of pain crosses his features. Hoarsely, he says, “I guess. It just doesn’t feel like something I’ve earned. Or deserve.” He brushes the back of his hand across her cheek, a gentle, sweet caress for so harsh a man.
“Why wouldn’t you deserve my trust?” Minnie asks him softly, catching his hand against her cheek to kiss it.
He leans in and presses his lips to hers, kissing her deeply instead of answering her. How effortlessly he hides behind his passion, leaving her breathless in the wake of its intensity. Instead, he suckles on her lower lip, nibbling as she sighs against him. “You’re perfect,” he rasps against her lips, tasting her desire. “You’re everything I could ever want.”
He’s so good at evading questions he doesn’t like…and Minnie is hungry enough for him that she allows it to slide by.
The handcuffs go around her wrists, keeping her hands above her head, exposing her body to his mercy. The restriction gives only a hint of unease to Minnie, because in the end, she wasn’t lying; she does trust him.
Gage’s tattooed hands travel her form, hiking up the baggy shirt of his that she’s wearing, playing with her breasts until she tosses her head back and forth, begging for more. Her globes of flesh bounce and shift in his grasp, nipples singing with sensation. His tongue comes out to dance over the sweet nubs, sending a rush of tingles to her heated core.Oh, his mouth, the things it does to her! “Please, I need you,” she whines, trying to wrap her legs around his hips.
Every brush of his erection between her thighs has her gasping. Her panties grow sticky with her immeasurable want. She pulls at her restraints, wanting to get her hands on him.
He gives her a shit-eating smirk and slowly grinds his clothed cock against her center, saying, “When I say, naughty girl.”
Minnie growls at him, rubbing her clit against his erect endowment. Jolts of heat work their way through her, nipples swollen, needing attention as he teases her body relentlessly.
Despite all the red-hot desire, the warmth of his body beside her is a comfort she never knew she needed in her life. Now, she doesn’t know what she’d do without him by her side. Who else but Gage would be there in the middle of the night when she has terrible dreams of the past? Who would tease her for her goofy love of houseplants? Or roll his eyes without any malicious intent when she has to check the locks three times each?
Gage has fallen into her life, and Minnie doesn’t think she’d have had him any other way.
“You ready, princess?” The heel of his palm grinds against her clit, sending jolts of heat throughout her body. His cock strains against his athletic shorts, tenting the fabric. He’s ready for her, ready to plunge deep within Minnie.
Minnie opens her legs wider, pushing her hips up into his palm, seeking delicious friction.Yes, yes, please, I want you, only you, she thinks lustfully.
The loud sound of someone banging down the front door on the first floor is a bucket of ice water for them both, making them freeze in place. Minnie’s eyes go wide as she takes in the alertness of Gage’s body language as he sharply looks to the bedroom door. “What was that?!”
Minnie tries to situate herself, but her cuffed hands make it impossible. She struggles, feeling her nerves begin to rise, blocking out the arousal that had previously been in her blood.
Loud, disruptive noises begin to fill the room, full of disharmony.
Gage sits back from her, brow furrowed as he listens. Then, wordlessly, he reaches for where her hands are playfully cuffed to the headboard, freeing her after a few fumbling motions. His hands are shaking.
“Gage?” Minnie asks, frightened by his sudden actions. She sits and rubs her wrists nervously before fumbling for her glasses on the nightstand.
The sound of heavy boots and loud shouts filters up from the floor below, filling the house with unrestrained chaos.
Chapter 7
The shouts are loud and furious. “This is the police!”
