Page 89 of Somehow You Knew

“If you don’t text me after you two talk, we are no longer friends.”

“Noted.” I end the call and set my phone on the counter. “Hey.”

Gage’s eyes dip down to my nipples peeking through the silk of my pajamas for just a second before he shakes his head and makes his way into the kitchen. “I brought breakfast.”

“I see that. Thank you.”

He sets everything down on the counter and just stands there, his fists clenched at his sides.

Taking a deep breath, I decide to lay it all out there. “Look, Gage—”

Before I can form a sentence, Gage closes the distance between us in one stride, gripping my face in his hands and slamming his mouth to mine.

God, yes.

His tongue swirls against mine, the piercing immediately elevating the experience to erotic as I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him closer.

“Are you feeling okay?” he asks between kisses.

“Better now.”

“Fuck, Hazel.”

Gage lifts me onto the counter, pressing himself between my legs, letting me feel how hard he already is. The sounds of our labored breathing fills the space.

Chest heaving, he says, “I know we need to talk, but I really need to fuck you first.”

“Yes. Now. Please.” Apparently, my vagina is running the show—because any intention of talking just flew right out the window.

Gage leans back, his hands still gripping my waist, eyes dilated. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He leans his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. “We can’t go back after this.”

I shake my head against his. “I don’t want to go back.”

When he lifts his head from mine, I can see the moment he’s made his decision, when he finally allows himself to give in to what he wants.

He reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt up, tossing it on the floor behind him. I run my hands up his bare chest, admiring his tattoos before he takes my hands and moves them back to his neck. “I hope you know what you’re asking for.”

“I do. Now, fuck me please.”

Gage smashes his lips to mine again and the dizziness returns, but not from the hangover. No. This dizziness is overwhelming as all of my senses go haywire, feeling every electric jolt of his touch as he pulls me closer to him, pressing his cock against the heat between my legs.

“I want you so fucking bad,” he murmurs.

“I can tell,” I tease, tracing my fingers over his inked chest.

“This isn’t going to be gentle, Hazel.”

“Good. I don’t want gentle. I want you to show me how much you want me.”

Helifts my silk tank from my body, tossing it aside before dipping his mouth to my pierced nipple, licking it and pulling it gently between his teeth.

“This is so fucking sexy,” he rasps between licks.

I gasp, my head falling back, my body arching into him. “Oh God, don’t stop.”