“Thank fuck.”
He lifted me, and my legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth found mine again as he walked us from the kitchen to my bedroom. We left a trail of clothes in our wake, forgotten the second they hit the floor.
After setting me down next to my bed, he brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. “If this is too much, tell me to stop. I will.”
“No.” I shook my head. “Please don't stop.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He picked me up again to set me on the middle of my mattress. His gaze darkened as he took in the simple lace bra covering my breasts. “So damn beautiful, even more so now.”
I felt my cheeks heat. “You always did know what to say.”
“No.” He knelt between my legs with just his boxer briefs on, his hands settling on my thighs. “But I’m learning.”
He kissed the curve of my shoulder, then lower, tracing the line of my collarbone with his lips. I sighed, my fingers threading into his hair. He tasted every inch of skin he uncovered as he tugged the lace away, almost as though he was memorizing me all over again.
I shivered as his mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue circling until I arched into him. Then he switched sides, giving the other the same attention, his hands sliding up my ribs to hold me steady.
“Gage.” My voice cracked on his name.
He lifted his head, his gaze meeting mine. “Tell me what you need.”
“More,” I breathed. “Please.”
He didn’t hesitate. His hands moved to my panties, and I lifted my hips so he could tug them down and toss them over his shoulder. “Spread for me, baby.”
I moved my legs farther apart, and he settled between them, kissing the inside of my thigh before moving higher, his beard scraping against my sensitive skin. When his mouth found my core, I gasped, my fingers tightening in his hair. He licked through my wetness, circling my clit until my hips rocked against him.
“Gage,” I panted, threading my fingers through his dark hair.
He growled against me, the vibration sending sparks through my core. His tongue delved deeper, then returned to tease, while two fingers slid inside, curling just right. The pressure built fast, and I cried out as the first wave of my release crashed over me. My body trembled, and my thighs clamped around his head.
He didn’t stop until I was gasping. Only then did he kiss his way back up my body. “You’re everything, Tessa. Always were.”
I reached for him, tugging him closer. “Then give me everything.”
He shoved his boxer briefs off but paused when he lined the head of his dick at my entrance. “Shit, I don’t have any condoms. It’s been almost two years since I needed one. I’m clean, though.”
I stiffened at the reminder that he’d slept with Vanessa, but knowing that part of his marriage had been so short-lived eased some of my pain.
As though he sensed the direction my thoughts had strayed, Gage leaned down and pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“You can make it up to me with more orgasms.” I twined my arms around his neck. “I’m still on birth control, and I was tested after I ended things with Jace last month.”
He grimaced at the reminder that I had also been with someone else during the time we were apart, but I felt no guilt. I never would’ve seen Jace as more than a friend if Gage had still been in my life. He had nobody but himself—and Vanessa—to blame.
“You’re okay with me taking you bare?” he asked, his nostrils flaring.
I tugged his head down to give him a quick kiss. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t.”
He stared into my eyes as he pushed in slowly, inch by inch. “So fucking perfect.”
We both stilled, breathing hard. Having him deep inside me felt better than I remembered. I forced myself to focus on the pleasure and not the emotions that welled up.
He moved slowly at first but need quickly took over. His thrusts grew harder and the pace faster, our bodies finding the rhythm we’d once known so well.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my nails digging into his back. “More.”
He groaned, his hips circling on his next downward thrust. “Like that?”
