“Cage…” I fisted his hair, pumping my hips against him.
He didn’t stay there long. He tasted every inch of my body, bringing me to the brink over and over again as I did the same to him. There was sex and then there was making love with a desire for it to go on and on, finding unfathomable pleasure in so much more than the release. We had the kind of sex that seemed to last for hours, and when we finally found that release, we started over again until reaching all-out physical exhaustion.
“I missed you,” he mumbled in a sleepy voice with his cheek pressed to my stomach.
My new official favorite place in the world was naked, sweaty, and tangled in the dark gray sheets of Cage’s massive, round bed in the center of a room that was far too big for a bedroom.
“I wouldn’t have guessed.” I laughed.
He dug his fingers into my sides.
“Stop!” I squealed, wriggling beneath him.
He licked my belly then bit the skin at my ribs. “Mmm… you taste salty.”
I chuckled as my fingers played with his hair. “That’s sweat.”
“It’s sex. I love how it tastes on you.”
My insides clenched.Hewas sex—the way he looked, the words he said, and the way he said them.
“So, am I going to get the grand tour of your bachelor pad, and can we start in the kitchen, specifically the refrigerator?”
His chuckle vibrated the bed. “Are you hungry?”
“No. I surpassed hungry over an hour ago. I’m starving, famished, withering away in the wind.”
CAGE
“New rule.When you’re at my house, you have to wear nothing but a white T-shirt of mine.”
The sexy girl with wild, black hair and swollen lips that looked like they’d been thoroughly kissed peeked around the corner of my refrigerator that she helped herself to raiding, even though I’d just put salmon on the grill.
“Mmm, I like the feeling I get from knowing the shirt that hugged your sexy chest is covering my naked body.” She winked and resumed her raiding.
“Yeah, well, imagine how I’m going to feel when I take it off your naked body to reclaim it.”
“Reclaim the shirt or my naked body?”
I honestly couldn’t remember a time in my life that I felt so completely happy.
Not when I won the Heisman.
Not when I went first in the draft.
Not when I signed my contract with Minnesota.
In that moment, I felt quite certain I’d give it all up just to watch Lake pop her lips over and over in contemplation of what would be her pre-dinner snack. Inexplicably, she owned a part of me from the moment she was born, and it took twenty-one years for her to find me and dangle it in front of my face in an are-you-missing-this sort of way.
“Do you have marshmallows?”
I crossed my arms on the counter, my feet resting on the rung of the barstool. “Sorry. No marshmallows. I don’t eat much sugar.”
“Hmm.” She shut the refrigerator door, setting a glass bowl of red grapes on the counter. “You need marshmallows, and crispy rice.” Popping a grape into her mouth, she grinned.
“I do, huh?”
She nodded. “Flax waffles and Justin’s Chocolate Hazelnut butter.”
