With slow, careful caresses, I rub circles over her bare flesh, kneading the soft skin. Her lips part, and a soft sigh escapes. She tries to pry my hand off, only to find I won’t budge.
She’s a temptation I couldn’t indulge in for so long that now I have no way to fight it. All the time apart increased my need and spiked my lust and desire to new heights. The denial sparks a possessive, obsessive drive that’ll only be tamed by making her mine. In every fucking way.
“Gage,” she whispers, trying to hold back the moan we can both see building inside her.
“Yeah, beautiful?” I ask, sliding my hand to the right, reaching the edge of her panties.
“You can’t,” she begins, gripping the arm of the chair when I slide a finger beneath the fabric, teasing the seam of her slit, daring to push through and find the proof of her arousal.
“I can,” I growl as I lean down, ensuring only she can hear me as I lower my voice. The loud restaurant blocks us from being heard and ensures no one is paying attention. “I need a taste.” Slicking my finger with her arousal, I gather up the moisture before I pull my hand free, lift it without brushing her skin, and pop the digit straight into my mouth, sucking on the finger as she stares.Fuck me.She’s more exquisite than I remember.
Her pupils blow wide. Lust darkens the shade of blue in her eyes until I stare into sparkling sapphires. They’re so bottomless I could drown inside them.So fucking gorgeous.I need to wake up every fucking day to those pretty eyes and that tempting mouth.
“So fucking good,” I tell her, swirling my tongue before pulling my finger from my mouth, lowering my hand, subtly making my way across her inner thigh.
This time, she opens wider, letting me have better access.
“So impatient,” I murmur, kissing the pulse point below her ear. “Do you think they’ll notice when I make you come?”
She gasps, snapping from her lust-filled fog. “Gage.”
“The taste of you, beautiful. It’s burned into my brain. I can’t function without it.”
Her legs close so fast I nearly growl. “And yet you stayed away.”
She shoves my hand to the side, and I let her.
“This conversation isn’t over, baby.” I sit back, pick up my drink, and drain the cup.
“What if I say it is?”
Oh, beautiful, this isn’t a game, but if you want to play, I’ll win.
I capture her hand, drag it above the table, and press my lips to the surface, stroking once with my tongue, just to remind her who she belongs to. “Challenge accepted.”
Letty successfully tugs her hand from mine, but not before I catch the hunger she tries to hide.
Tonight, one way or another, we’re hashing this mess out, preferably with my tongue or lips on every inch of her skin.
If I make her come in the process, it’s just an added bonus.
Chapter 6 Letty
“Idon’t need you to follow me around all night,” I snap at Gage after we enter the first house on our graduation party list. “You can go back to whatever shit kept you busy and was more important than me.”
His eyes flare. “Leticia.”
Using my full name isn’t going to get him anywhere. I’m angry. Hurt. And feeling defiant. I nearly lost myself in his touch at the restaurant until I remembered he chose not to be with me the last two years, and I still had no explanation from him. Making me come during Homecoming was the only time I got to see him, other than the Vipers’ clubhouse.
Why?
“No.” I spin around, shoving him back into the nearest wall. “You can’t just walk back into my life and pretend the last two years never happened.” I have to yell to be heard above the music, which annoys me further.
Ava stands beside me, her arms folded across her chest, and nods. Her bitch face is on. “That’s right.”
He slides an arm around my waist and pulls me into him, putting our bodies flush. His head lowers, and the heat of his breath tickles my ear. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
“Now?”
