Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
A heaviness settled on my chest. This entire thing was too much. His hand slid up, and he cupped one of my breasts. I looked down at his hand, and I felt his breath against my neck before he pressed a kiss just below my ear.
“Gage?”
“Hmm?”
“Why are you in my bed?”
“Because you’re mine.”
He ran his hand down the side of my body, then slipped it between my legs. “How’s your migraine?” he asked in a husky voice that made me shiver.
“Uh, gone,” I replied.
“Do you get them a lot?”
“Not anymore,” I whispered.
“Good,” he said, rolling me onto my back, then moving down my body until his head was over my stomach. He pulled up my shirt and feathered kisses against my skin.
“You, uh—Gage?” My thoughts were getting all rattled.
“Yes, baby?” he asked, his breath hot against my skin.
“When exactly did you decide”—I gasped as he tugged at the front of my sleep shorts—“uh, that, I was, um, yours?”
Focus, Shiloh. Stay focused.
He pressed a kiss just below the waistline of my shorts. “You’ve been mine. I just needed to accept it. Take all that came with it.” He continued kissing lower.
I squirmed. “I think … we should … talk about it.” My words sounded like a sigh. “Before you, uh, do that.”
He lifted his head, and his amber eyes locked with mine. “Do you want to leave me?”
I shook my head.
“Do you want me?”
I paused, afraid that he’d react the way he had last time I was honest with him.
“Shiloh?” he urged.
“I, uh, we had this conversation. I told you how I felt, and you sent me home.” I gasped out the last word as he kissed the spot just above my clit.
“I made a mistake. I’ll never make it again. I should have fucked you until you couldn’t walk. It’s what I wanted to do.”
I let my head fall back on the pillow. Good Lord, how was I supposed to keep it together with this man? He was driving me crazy. His hands gripped the sides of my panties and jerked them down with the pajama shorts.
“I can’t handle this,” I told him. “It hurts too much when you decide you’re done and send me away.”
Gage pushed open my legs. “I swear to you that I’ll never hurt you like that again. The thought of you in pain makes me fucking livid. I’m done trying to save us both from this. I can’t. It was done the moment you walked into my fucking bedroom.”
His tongue began to tease and lick my clit.
“Oh God,” I moaned.
“Let me make you feel good,” he murmured, running his tongue against the sensitive folds. “I’m sorry I did this to you,” he added.
I whimpered. He was taking his time.
“Will you forgive me?” he asked before he slid his tongue inside of me.
“Yes,” I panted.
He groaned, and the vibration made me tremble.
“Things you should know,” he said, not looking up at me. “I’m possessive as fuck. Only with you. Dangerously so. Can’t help it.” He licked again, then pressed a kiss inside my upper thigh. “Some say I’m obsessed.” His eyes lifted to look at me as his tongue stroked between my legs. “You’re all I fucking want. And that can get demanding.”
I watched him struggle to breathe.
“I no longer want to stop it. I need it.” He pressed a kiss where his tongue had been. “This belongs to me.”
His finger joined his tongue, and he began to slide it in and out of me while his tongue ran back and forth over my clit. My head was pressed back now as my hips lifted to get closer to him.
“Yes, please,” I panted. “That’s so good. Don’t stop.”
Gage growled against me as he began to get more aggressive with his mouth. I grabbed the back of his head and continued to cry out his name and plead with him. The crest shattered into bliss.
Gage’s hard body moved up over me, and his mouth left a trail of kisses along my skin until he was lying beside me, pulling me into his arms. I snuggled against his chest as I floated back to earth, sighing.
“That was amazing,” I said, pressing my lips to his chest.
He ran his hand down my back. “This thing with us, even though you’re different and I’m older, it’s still intense. I don’t always do the right thing. I fuck up,” he said.
I lifted my eyes to his. “Is this your way of telling me you sleep with other women?”
He scowled. “Fuck no. Shiloh, this is my way of telling you that I can’t stay away from you. Jealousy is a monster that consumes me, and I don’t handle it the way you want me to. I’m going to try. Losing you a second time …” He paused. “I won’t be able to do that.”