Page 35 of Reckless

“Gage.”

His gaze was locked with mine, his scent, his breath all around me as he pressed himself inside, the pressure building with each millimeter. My body stretched, opening for him, but there wasn’t any pain, at least not like I’d been expecting. Only pleasure as he hilted himself, his mouth covering my breast again, his tongue flicking the pebbled nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth.

A blissful heat pooled in my stomach, though the stretching sensation was almost too much. It felt so good and the hint of pain only seemed to increase the pleasure. I closed my eyes, unable to stop my body from tensing away from what I wanted so badly.

“Give it, Kelly.” My eyes shot to his above me, dark and needy, greener even in his need. “Give me what’s mine.”

“Yes, it’s yours,” I cried as he reared back and plunged into me, filling me to my very soul. Once he’d seated himself fully, he held himself deathly still, his breath coming in pants above me.

His lips found my neck and kissed up to my ear, my temple, before taking my mouth in a soft, sweet kiss that brought tears to my eyes.

I couldn’t stop saying his name as desire built again, somehow pushing any bit of pain to the background.

His hips began to move slowly, and I could tell by the way his muscles bunched that his body yearned for a much needed release. I wanted to give him that release, make him forget that anything existed but the two of us.

I tightened my legs around his waist, and he let out a sound that was half surrender, half encouragement. He claimed me with his mouth, his tongue delving in deep, keeping rhythm as he thrust harder and faster, over and over. I cried out as I tumbled headfirst into the abyss of sheer pleasure, the orgasm shattering through me like a mirror breaking into a thousand pieces. My body writhed wildly beneath him as he climaxed with me, holding me close and swallowing up my screams.

In that moment of hot bliss, I was more connected to Gage than I had ever been. It was as if seven years hadn’t passed, as if we’d somehow fallen back through a window in time.

As we tried to catch our breath and I began to float down from heaven, I knew I didn’t want to lose him again. Couldn’t bear to lose him again.

But the reality was, he would leave, and I would stay in New Hope.

A tear leaked out of my eye and mingled with our sweat, unseen.