Page 107 of Somehow You Knew

“Fuck, I need you,” Gage mumbles against my mouth between kisses.

“There’s no bed here.”

“I don’t need a fucking bed.” He yanks my head back by my hair, kissing a path up my neck. “But let me at least taste you before I take you home and fuck you properly.”

“If you insist.”

Gage pushes my dress up around my waist, releasing his hold on my hair to pull my underwear down. He props my legs up on the ledge, guidesme to lean back against the window, and then drags his tongue all the way through my slit as I let out an embarrassing moan.

“Fuck, I missed this pussy,” he mumbles against me, circling my clit with his tongue, using his piercing with precision, and running his fingers through my wetness before pushing two inside of me.

I bury one hand in his hair, bracing the other behind me for support. “God, don’t stop, Gage.”

He continues to slide his fingers in and out of me, curling them expertly to hit that spot that will make me come undone. No other man has touched me like he has, no other man has made me feel so out of control, and no other man has forced me to admit how wrong I’ve been about everything I thought I knew.

Gage makes me want to trust, to stop guarding my heart, and to give in to everything I feel for him.

“You’re fucking dripping, Hazel,” he mumbles against me, bringing me back to the present. His touch escalates and then subsides, building me higher before bringing me back down, teasing me relentlessly until my body is primed to release.

“I’m close.”

“I can tell. Your pussy keeps tightening around my fingers. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock again, baby.”

His tongue keeps moving over my clit with just the right amount of pressure and his fingers rubbing me deep inside where I need him to as the first flash of white heat sparks behind my eyes. “God, yes! I’m coming!”

And then I break, screaming and gasping through my release, holding his face to my pussy as he draws every last tremor of pleasure from my body.

When I come down, he’s there to catch me, holding me to his chest. “I need to get you home, now.”

“Gage…” I press a kiss to his neck and then one to his lips, tasting myself on his mouth. “I really missed you,” I murmur, spent as my body relaxes.

“Me too, Spitfire. I fucking missed you too.”

***

“Feels like this pussy missed me too.” Gage stares down into my eyes, his hand wrapped gently around my neck, my knees up by my ears as he fucks me deep and hard, picking up where we left off at the lighthouse, making up for lost time. “So hot, so wet, dripping all over my balls.”

“You’re so deep,” I cry out as he picks up his pace, relentlessly pounding into me.

“Doesn’t feel deep enough.” Our eyes remain locked as Gage’s breathing grows shallower. “Come with me, baby.”

“I’m there,” I gasp, clenching around him just as he groans, burying himself deep as we both come undone.

Gage rolls off me, pulling me onto his chest. He kisses the top of my head, his chest still heaving beneath me. “You okay? I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

“Not at all.”

He grows quiet for a few moments before surprising me. “It sounds like your dad was an amazing man.”

I lift my head to find his eyes. “Weird time to bring up my dad, but okay…”

Laughing, he urges me to lie back down. “Your brothers were talking about him a lot on the way out to Blossom Peak. That’s when they told me he used to take you up to the lighthouse.”

Smiling at the memory, I sigh. “Yeah. That was our place.”

“You must really miss him.”

I swallow past the lump in my throat. “Every day.”