Page 87 of Somehow You Knew

“Touching you would break every rule we agreed to.”

I know what we agreed to, but that was before I knew him, before I knew how he would make me feel. But clearly, I’m not getting my way tonight.

Stubborn, frustrating, infuriating man.

“Then tell me what you want me to do to myself.”

“Fuck, Hazel.” He fists his cock tighter, pumping faster as his gaze stays locked between my thighs. “Keep fingering yourself, baby. Rub that clit. Spread your arousal around and let me watch you.”

I bite my lip as I obey, dragging my fingers deep before circling my clit with slow, deliberate strokes.

Gage groans. “Jesus Christ.”

“I wish this was your cock, not my fingers.”

“Fuck, Hazel. You’re testing my fucking restraint yet again.”

“You’re testing mine. I just want to be with you, Gage,” I say as my spine tingles with awareness that my orgasm is about to light up my entire body. My eyes fixate on Gage’s cock, his fingers moving expertly over his pierced length, the part of him that I’ve yet to get to know and now it’s all I can think about.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone. Show me how your pussy drips and pulses when you’re thinking of me.”

I move my other hand between my legs, one working over my clit, the other moving in and out of me. Gage’s eyes dilate at the sight. He presses his forehead to the glass, like he wants to break through it, shatter all over the floor on his way to me. His veins pop from under his skin, his tongue dances over his bottom lip, and the way his green eyes darken makes my orgasm build in record time.

“Holy fuck. I’m there, baby,” he groans, his palm slapping the glass, his gaze locked on me—my body, my pussy, my pleasure unraveling before him.

“Me too,” I pant.

“Come with me, Hazel,” he growls.

We both cry out at the same time, my orgasm tearing through me just as his cum hits the glass in thick, hot ropes.

His face tenses, his body shuddering, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, like he’s just been fucking ruined.

When the final wave of my orgasm subsides, I pull my fingers from my pussy as Gage’s gaze follows the movement.

“Suck on those fingers, Spitfire,” he growls.

I hesitate for only a second before I put the same fingers that were just inside me into my mouth, swirling my tongue over them and tasting myself, moaning softly as I draw out the moment just for him.

“Jesus fucking Christ. You are trouble, woman.”

I remove my fingers with a pop, watching his reaction with a self-satisfied smirk. “And you’re confusing as hell.”

He shuts off the water and slides the glass door open, reaching for a towel to wrap around his waist, his cock still hard. Then he moves across the room and stands right in front of me. “I’m not trying to be, but…” He reaches up to touch my face, and I flinch on instinct—not because I don’t want him to touch me. God, I do. But after everything we just did, after everything we can’t admit, I can’t take that touch right now.

He pulls his hand back before he makes contact. “You scared of me now, Hazel?”

Biting my bottom lip, I say, “Fucking terrified.”

Hescowls. “Why?”

Tilting my head, I fire back with, “Why areyouscared ofme?”

Silence stretches between us before he reaches for my hand and places it right over his wildly beating heart, his eyes so captivating, they’re holding me hostage. His throat bobs up and down before he says, “This is why, Hazel.” His pulse is firing rapidly beneath my palm, his heart trying to break free from his rib cage.

I’m so confused. “Wh—what do you mean?”

Before he can answer, there’s a scratch at the door.