head back.”
“Hailey, what’s wrong?” he asked quietly. He traced her face with his eyes, and his gaze roamed further down, resting over her taut breasts with what looked like satisfaction. Then he glanced at her face again and frowned in thought.
His quiet did little to ease her tension, and in fact irritated her that he felt so damned calm around her.
“Look. We had our dinner and our dessert. It’s been fun, but I have to go.” Before I jump you, acting like one of the desperate sleazebags I work with. He leaned closer and she took another whiff of his cologne. Angered at her faltering control, she snapped. “This is really your fault anyway.”
“Oh?” he asked coolly, his eyes flashing. Good. Not so calm now, are you? “How so?”
“If you didn’t want to be watched, you really should have closed your curtains,” she said primly, aware she was acting like a complete idiot. But how was she supposed to act when her blood wouldn’t stop rushing to her breasts, to her loins? She throbbed as she watched him, wondering how to handle her reactions, let alone this man. “Just like a man to blame a woman for something that’s his fault.” Come on, Gage, get angry. Tell me to leave before I jump you like a starving woman.
She took a hasty step back when he pushed off the kitchen stool and approached her slowly, carefully, like a predator stalking prey.
“Now, honey, who said I didn’t want to be watched?”
Her eyes widened, and she gasped when he caught her in a tight embrace.
“I knew you were looking at me, Hailey. And I could only imagine those honey-brown eyes wide with desire, those full, cherry-red lips slick and open, just waiting to be filled by my tongue, or even better, my cock.”
Before she could protest, he ravaged her mouth with enough heat to make her melt, while stealing her very breath. He tasted like chocolate, and his lips felt like velvet. Gently prodding, he entered her mouth with his tongue, sweeping the moist cavern with delicious licks that set her heart hammering for more. She could feel her womb pooling with want, her clit pulsing from just the touch of his carnal mouth on hers.
“Mmm, better than I’d imagined.” He chuckled throatily. He increased the pressure of his kiss, taking and plundering, making her knees weak and her head spin. The feel of her breasts pushing against his unyielding chest thrilled her. And when his large, callused hands moved from the small of her back to her ass, she almost sobbed his name as he pulled her tight against that most impressive part of him.
Heavens, but he was large, much larger than what she thought she’d seen watching him from a distance. Granted, the sight of his penis had definitely hinted at male strength, but nothing so grand as the feel of the steely rod pressing hot and hard against her belly. She couldn’t stop wiggling against him, needing to feel his reactive tension.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” he crooned and ran his lips over her throat. He began thrusting against her, and her traitor of a body immediately responded to his seduction. She wanted to drown in him.
As if he could read her mind, he snaked a hand down her belly and below her dress, running his hands up her thighs toward her pelvis. Before her mind could wrap around the thought, his hand slipped beneath her panties.
“Christ, you’re wet.” He groaned and nipped at the pulse at her throat. “Hailey, you’re killing me.”
Thrusting a finger between her folds, he sighed her name and stared into her eyes. “This is it, baby. This is the part where you either hightail it out of here, or you spread those thighs wide. Because if you stay, I’m going to fuck you ’til you can’t walk.”
His gravelly voice raked over her, dampening her further. He added another finger and began priming her, stretching her.
Her breath coming fast, she had a hard time hearing what he was saying.
“Damn it, Hailey. Yes or no?”
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