Page 88 of She's Like the Wind

Gage’s mouth traced fire across my skin like he was worshiping me.

His lips at my neck made me shiver.

His tongue at my collarbone made me gasp.

And when he took my nipple into his mouth, slow and greedy, I arched up into him like my body had been waiting for this exact moment to remember how to breathe.

His hands knew me—knew the path down my stomach, over my hips, to the place that hadn’t stopped aching since the last time he touched it.

I didn’t sayplease.

Not at first.

But when he hovered over me, mouth hot, breath teasing, eyes burning like he knew exactly what I needed and planned to take his damn time giving it to me—I begged.

“Please.”

He grinned cockily before burying his face between my legs.

It wasn’t gentle.

It wasn’t pretty.

It waseverything.

Tongue and lips and fingers workedme into a raw, shaking, stars-exploding orgasm.

By the time he let me come, I was sobbing softly, hands in his hair, heart in my throat.

He kissed his way back up my body like he was retracing his steps.

“Baby,” he breathed, kissing me, letting me taste myself.

He raised his head, his eyes glittering with arousal.

“Hey,” I whispered, smiling.

He brushed his thumb over my lips. “I want this, Naomi. All of it. Do you?”

I did. I really did.ButI….

He saw my hesitation, and his eyes went moist. “I need you to know—I don’t want it to be a rush back into what we had. I want it to be…right…this time because it’s gonna be a long time.”

Forever.

My throat went tight. “You think I’ll regret it?”

“I think I’ve hurt you,” he murmured, brushing his lips against mine. “And I don’t want this to be about covering that up.”

“I…it feels wrong that I got off and you?—”

He kissed me again, long, slow, like he was anchoring me in place.

“There’s no blueprint here, baby. No trade-offs. No terms. Just love. And real love”—he brushed his thumb across my jaw—“doesn’t need load-bearing walls. It holds itself up.”

“I had a really good orgasm,” I admitted.

He grinned. “I’m glad.”