“I don’t get turned down.”
“You did, didn’t you?” I laugh.
“No.” He stands up and rounds the desk behind me, leaning down beside my ear. “I said I don’t get turned down. I just don’t want to flirt with them. I have someone elsein mind.”
I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me. “Okay. Go find them, then.”
He places his hands on the arms of my chair, bringing him even closer. “I did,” he whispers in my ear.
I jerk my head over my shoulder to look at him.Wrong move. It puts my lips within kissing distance of his. They’re so close that if I lick my lips, I will touch his. His eyes shoot to my lips and then back to my face.
“What are you doing?” I ask huskily.Why does my voice sound like that?
He spins my chair to face him, bracing his hands back on the arms of the chair. Mine are locked in my lap. “You told me to go find someone I want to flirt with, and that’s what I’m doing.” He leans down and runs his nose up my neck, under my hair.
Gage flirts shamelessly with everyone, me included, but never like this.
“You smell so good,” he groans.
“Why are you fucking with me?” I whisper. It’s just cruel after what he put in my head and then doing this,knowingwhat happened with Ryder.
“I’m not fucking with you, Pretty girl,” he murmurs against my neck, kissing where my pulse is beating wildly out of control.Pretty girl?“When I said you didn’t have to choose, I meant me too.” I know I should push him away, but something holds me still.
Okay, he has to be fucking with me now.
“You feel that?” he kisses my pulse point again. “Your heart hammering out of control? Mine’s doing the same thing.” He jerks my hand from my lap and presses it against his fast-beating heart. “That’s what it does when you walk into a room.”
“Stop,” I whisper, closing my eyes, blocking out his hypnotizing ice-blue eyes.
“Why?” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. “I’ve wanted this for years.I want to know how those lips feel against mine, how soft your naked skin is sliding against me, how good you smell this close.” He inhales into my hair, still whispering into my ear. “How good that pussy tastes.”
My breath hitches, and I can’t gather a train of thought. It’s like he has me under a spell with his husky voice whispering into my ear. What is wrong with me?
“Why now?” I ask. Why would he tell me this after he knows about Leo and when he knows about Ryder?
“Because you’re finally ready. You opened yourself up for Leo. Let me show you what else you can have now.” He kisses my neck again. “You can have it all, Pretty girl. Leo, Ryder, me, Dex, Holden.”
I jerk back. “What?”
He chuckles, and it comes out deep and husky. “We’re already family, Les, and you can’t tell me you’ve never seen one of us looking just a little too long.” He runs his nose up my neck again. “Or maybe you looking at us a little too long.”
I shake my head because I haven’t. Am I that oblivious to what is going on in my house?
“Hm,” he hums, running his nose up and down my neck, causing goosebumps to pop up on my skin. “Well, we do. Let us give you the world, Pretty girl.”
“It will never work,” I whisper, still under his spell.
“Yes. It will,” he answers adamantly, then groans. “Please let me kiss you now. I’ve dreamed about this.”
Too caught up in the moment to deny him, I pull back and kiss him instead. He doesn’t hesitate to accept the kiss. He jerks me to my feet, burying his hands in my hair. I’m just in my pink Converse today, so he has to bend his six-two frame over me, but he presses it to his advantage, bending my neck back and taking over my mouth.
I run my hands up his sides, under his arms, and down his back, causing his whole body to shudder from my touch. He slides his hands down to my ass, running his fingertips across the bottom of my ass cheeks poking out from my jean shorts. He grips it, lifting me smoothly off my feet. He kicks the office chair out of the way and sits me on the desk, stepping between my thighs, never breaking the kiss. He sinks his hands back into my hair, holding the sides of my head. His tongue glides smoothly over mine, and if I thought that his voice is hypnotizing, it has nothing on his lips on mine. I can feelhow wet I’m getting just from a kiss, my clit pulsing in time with my heart. What is going on?
He pulls back and lays his forehead on mine. “Fuck,” he whispers, pecking my lips again.
“You guys have to stop kissing me,” I say breathlessly, and he laughs in my face.
“I don’t think we do.” He pecks my lips like he can’t get enough. “Because your mind might be saying one thing.” He pecks my lips again. “But your body is saying another.” He deepens the kiss, and my body responds instantly, craving his touch.
