Gage let out a throaty chuckle. “Don’t worry, we’ll make do. Just stay close.”
As if demonstrating, he leaned over and trailed scorching kisses along the curve of her jaw and down her neck.God, that feels amazing.
“I can do close… Close is good,” she whispered, letting her head fall back on the pillow as he nibbled his way along the V-neck of her shirt toward her cleavage.
She twined her fingers in Gage’s short hair and urged him lower. That earned her another chuckle.
“Thanks for the guidance, but trust me, I know where I’m headed.”
“Just wanted to make sure,” she said as he kissed his way to the first button of her shirt. “I know how men hate to ask for directions.”
That got her a growl and a little nip. “Okay, you asked for it.”
He reached up and yanked her blouse open, sending buttons flying. Then his hot mouth was on her again, moving over the exposed parts of her breasts. She couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped her lips, but whether it was from the feel of his mouth on her or the animalistic way he’d torn her blouse, she couldn’t say. She’d never had a man tear her clothes before, but decided she definitely liked it—as long as Gage was the one doing the tearing. She wondered if her other clothes might end up in a similar condition.
Gage kissed his way down to her belly button before moving back up to tease her nipples through the silky fabric of her bra. She couldn’t resist grabbing at his hair again, silently begging for him to stay right there for a while.
“God, that feels good,” she whispered. “Please keep doing that.”
He didn’t complain at her additional guidance and direction this time. Instead, he ran his hands up her torso to squeeze her breasts together while he suckled on her nipples.Mmm, she’d always appreciated a man who knew how to take his time.
He slid one hand under her back and popped the clasp on her bra. And he had nimble fingers, too. That boded well.
Then his mouth was back on her nipple, this time without the nuisance of the intervening fabric. She arched with a whimper, pushing her breast more firmly into his mouth.Damn, did he have a talented tongue or what?And there were so many other places he had yet to visit with it.
She was so lost in what he was doing to her nipples she didn’t even notice when he undid the buttons on her jeans. He stopped feasting on her breast to yank off her jeans. When the hell had he taken off her shoes? She seriously didn’t remember that.
As Gage continued to work his magic on her nipples, she realized she was completely naked—okay, she still had her panties on—but Gage hadn’t taken a single stitch of his uniform off yet.
That just seemed unfair—and kind of hot.
Especially when he stopped nibbling and sat back to gaze at her with eyes positively brimming with yearning. Talk about a boost to her self-esteem. Every woman wanted to be lusted after, and that was definitely what Gage was doing right then.
She laid there trembling as his eyes wandered up and down her body, devouring every inch of her. If all that nibbling and suckling hadn’t made her wet, the heat in those eyes sure as hell did.
Mac sat up on her elbows, looking at him. “I couldn’t help noticing that I’m almost naked and you’re still completely dressed. Are you planning on doing anything about that?”
The smolder in his eyes as he grinned was almost enough to make her moan. “There is one thing I could do.”
Holding her captive with nothing more than his eyes, he tucked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slipped them off as smooth as silk. She was left gasping by the heart-thudding sexiness of the move.
Gage moved off the bed to stand there gazing at her—all of her—in absolute hunger. All she could do was lean back on her elbows and enjoy the pleasure of being his object of adoration. She could definitely get used to this.
“That’s better.” His gaze lingered on the triangle of downy curls between her legs. “Completely naked suits you. In fact, you should stay that way all the time.”
She parted her legs just enough for him to get a glimpse of the wetness there. “Something tells me I’m going to be this way a lot when you’re around.”
His mouth edged up. “Probably.”
Gage seemed more than satisfied to stand there and devour her with his eyes for the rest of the night. But if he did it much longer, she was going to start touching herself. He must have sensed her desperation because he smiled and unbuttoned his uniform shirt. Once that hit the floor, he shed his black T-shirt in that casual way guys did—just whipped it over his head like it was nothing.
Her gaze immediately locked on the epic display of perfect muscles. Broad shoulders, pecs that looked like they could bench-press a car, and abs so tight they almost made her want to get down on her knees and worship him.
And there was more where that came from.
She watched in fascination as he took off the ankle holster holding his backup pistol and placed it on the bedside table. His boots and uniform pants joined the T-shirt on the floor, letting her get a good, long look at his tanned, muscular legs. But as mouthwatering as his chiseled body was, she was almost more captivated by the part of him she couldn’t see—the blatant bulge in his tight, black boxer briefs.
She was done with passively lying back and watching. Time for her to be in charge of the final reveal. Sitting up, she wiggled to the edge of the bed. Gage chuckled as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his underwear and tugged him closer until he was positioned comfortably between her legs.
