thought.
“ What? ”
He was not the one who should be asking questions here. As far as she was
concerned, Gage Matthews should be groveling at her feet after what he did.
“What
happened? The two of you are still married. Why is that?”
“It’s
none of your damn business,” she argued, seriously tempted to launch what was
left of the iced tea right in his face. Twisting out from between him and the
door, Kylie managed to escape inside. She didn’t have time to shut the door
before Gage was right behind her.
“Damn
it, Kylie. Talk to me.” Gage’s tone was sharp, and it only pissed her off more.
Kylie
snapped.
Turning
to face him, she gave in to the urge and threw the rest of the tea right in his
too handsome face, small chips of ice and amber liquid raining down on him
while her body vibrated with the strength of her rage. If she had expected satisfaction
from such a juvenile act, well, she got it. The stunned look on Gage’s face
made her heart flutter wildly, but she wasn’t even close to being able to
smile.
She
felt her face heat further, knew she was about to scream. “Fuck you, Gage. I
don’t owe you a damn thing. If you want the story, why don’t you talk to
Travis? You obviously know him much better than I do. And I have nothing left
to say to either one of you.”
Doing
her best not to throw the glass at him as well, Kylie turned abruptly, heading
to the kitchen before slamming her glass and the bottle of nail polish on the
granite countertop before taking a deep breath. She was lucky neither shattered
beneath the jarring impact. Her hands were shaking, her breaths were ragged and
uneven and those damn tears she had fought to hold in had spilled free, running
down her face.
The
next thing Kylie knew, she was being pulled around, her body coming up flush
against Gage’s hard chest seconds before he crushed his mouth to hers. Her brain
told her to fight him off, to push him away because she didn’t want this, but
her traitorous body ached in violent need of what he was offering.
Wet
shirt met wet shirt, hot skin melded together as the desperation won out, both
of them eagerly seeking what the other was suddenly giving. Kylie thrust her
fingers in Gage’s soft hair, knocking his Stetson off in the process as she
held him close, their tongues licking and tasting.
So
good. Jeezus, the man could kiss. Hot, sensual. There was a thesaurus full of
adjectives that came to mind describing how incredible Gage’s mouth felt
against hers, but she pushed all thought from her brain. For nearly three weeks
she’d been ruled by emotion and right now, Kylie was going to be led by sensation.
Nothing
more, nothing less.
When
all was said and done, she was still kicking him to the curb.
Chapter Six
♂♀
It
was a damn good thing Gage had waited until the massive hangover from three
days earlier had subsided. He wasn’t sure he could’ve faced this angry side of
Kylie without firing on all cylinders.
And
right now, with her molded against his body, Gage couldn’t have let her go if
she insisted. The way Kylie’s mouth fused to his, her small fingers latching
into his hair, sending sparks of pleasure/pain trickling along his spine, he
wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to let her go.
The
soft, rounded curves of her breasts were crushed to his chest, and he had the
sudden urge to lick them, to taste her sweet skin. When her fingers released
his hair, Gage continued to palm the back of her head, holding her close. He
damn near sighed in relief when she yanked his shirt up and over his abs,
forcing him to release her mouth so she could rid him of the clammy cotton.
Once he was shirtless, Gage didn’t hesitate before pulling her against him once
again, one hand cupping her ass, the other her head as he bent his legs,
aligning them perfectly so he could grind his erection against that sweet spot
between her thighs.
Later,
much, much later, Gage would replay what had happened to try and understand
“ What? ”
He was not the one who should be asking questions here. As far as she was
concerned, Gage Matthews should be groveling at her feet after what he did.
“What
happened? The two of you are still married. Why is that?”
“It’s
none of your damn business,” she argued, seriously tempted to launch what was
left of the iced tea right in his face. Twisting out from between him and the
door, Kylie managed to escape inside. She didn’t have time to shut the door
before Gage was right behind her.
“Damn
it, Kylie. Talk to me.” Gage’s tone was sharp, and it only pissed her off more.
Kylie
snapped.
Turning
to face him, she gave in to the urge and threw the rest of the tea right in his
too handsome face, small chips of ice and amber liquid raining down on him
while her body vibrated with the strength of her rage. If she had expected satisfaction
from such a juvenile act, well, she got it. The stunned look on Gage’s face
made her heart flutter wildly, but she wasn’t even close to being able to
smile.
She
felt her face heat further, knew she was about to scream. “Fuck you, Gage. I
don’t owe you a damn thing. If you want the story, why don’t you talk to
Travis? You obviously know him much better than I do. And I have nothing left
to say to either one of you.”
Doing
her best not to throw the glass at him as well, Kylie turned abruptly, heading
to the kitchen before slamming her glass and the bottle of nail polish on the
granite countertop before taking a deep breath. She was lucky neither shattered
beneath the jarring impact. Her hands were shaking, her breaths were ragged and
uneven and those damn tears she had fought to hold in had spilled free, running
down her face.
The
next thing Kylie knew, she was being pulled around, her body coming up flush
against Gage’s hard chest seconds before he crushed his mouth to hers. Her brain
told her to fight him off, to push him away because she didn’t want this, but
her traitorous body ached in violent need of what he was offering.
Wet
shirt met wet shirt, hot skin melded together as the desperation won out, both
of them eagerly seeking what the other was suddenly giving. Kylie thrust her
fingers in Gage’s soft hair, knocking his Stetson off in the process as she
held him close, their tongues licking and tasting.
So
good. Jeezus, the man could kiss. Hot, sensual. There was a thesaurus full of
adjectives that came to mind describing how incredible Gage’s mouth felt
against hers, but she pushed all thought from her brain. For nearly three weeks
she’d been ruled by emotion and right now, Kylie was going to be led by sensation.
Nothing
more, nothing less.
When
all was said and done, she was still kicking him to the curb.
Chapter Six
♂♀
It
was a damn good thing Gage had waited until the massive hangover from three
days earlier had subsided. He wasn’t sure he could’ve faced this angry side of
Kylie without firing on all cylinders.
And
right now, with her molded against his body, Gage couldn’t have let her go if
she insisted. The way Kylie’s mouth fused to his, her small fingers latching
into his hair, sending sparks of pleasure/pain trickling along his spine, he
wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to let her go.
The
soft, rounded curves of her breasts were crushed to his chest, and he had the
sudden urge to lick them, to taste her sweet skin. When her fingers released
his hair, Gage continued to palm the back of her head, holding her close. He
damn near sighed in relief when she yanked his shirt up and over his abs,
forcing him to release her mouth so she could rid him of the clammy cotton.
Once he was shirtless, Gage didn’t hesitate before pulling her against him once
again, one hand cupping her ass, the other her head as he bent his legs,
aligning them perfectly so he could grind his erection against that sweet spot
between her thighs.
Later,
much, much later, Gage would replay what had happened to try and understand
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