Page 86 of Somehow You Knew

At first, there’s not much besides the sound of water against the tile—but then a grunt echoes from inside.

My pulse spikes.

Oh my God. Is Gage…jacking off?

The thought of him stroking himself hits me like a live wire. And before I know what I’m doing, I’m turning the doorknob.

I step inside and am welcomed by the sight of Gage’s backside through the glass doors, his ass cheeks clenched, the muscles in his back rippling, one hand braced on the wall, the other slowly stroking his length.

Water slides down his inked skin, tracing every ridge, every groove. His grip tightens and he groans.

I can’t stop the whimper that escapes.

He immediately twists his head over his shoulder. “Hazel…”

“Gage,” I practically moan, but try to keep my libido in check.

He clenches his jaw. “You should leave.”

He keeps stroking himself, and I feel wetness pool between my legs.

“Really? Because it looks like you want me to stay.” I step further into the room, my entire body vibrating with need.

His eyes close as he turns to face me, giving me a full frontal view of his gloriously naked body. Every sculpted muscle flexes—his abs tightening, his forearms straining—as he fists his cock, stroking over the barbells along his length.

Fuck, I want to lick those piercings. I want to drop to my knees, take him down my throat, and watch him crumble above me.

But it’s his eyes that are captivating me, full of anguish, remorse, and yearning.

“This is what you fucking do to me, Hazel,” he finally says, still running his hand up and down his cock, groaning every time he squeezes the tip before sliding back down.

And his cock is glorious—long, thick, and teasing me with each stroke of his hand.

I bite back a whimper. “Then let me touch you.”

He shakes his head. “I…can’t. I don’t deserve you yet.” His jaw clenches, his free hand pressing against the glass door as his strokes pick up. “But I’m about to finish what I started, Hazel. So you can either leave or you can stay and watch…while you get yourself off.”

The idea of touching myself in front of him has my breath hitching and my body yearning for more than he’s willing to give me. But if this is the only way I get to have him tonight, then I’m giving myself over to him without hesitation.

I want to trust this man with my body. And my heart is slowly catching up to the idea too.

Without another word, I push down my thong, stepping out of it and kicking it aside.

Gage’s nostrils flare as his eyes rake over me, devouring me, memorizing every inch as he takes in my fully bare body for the first time.

“Fuck. You’re exquisite.”

“So are you,” I breathe, sliding my hand down my stomach, sliding my fingers through my pussy that is drenched with need for him. I shudder as I press against my clit, rubbing slow circles around that magical button.

“Sit on the counter,” he commands. And I do as he says—because that tone, the one he gets when he’s about to lose control? I’d do just about anything he asked.

“Now spread your legs. Let me see that pussy, Hazel.”

I brace my hands behind me and plant both feet flat on the countertop, spreading my legs wide and baring myself to him completely.

“Show me how you like to be touched.”

A needy whimper escapes as I slip two fingers inside myself. “I want you to be the one touching me, Gage.”