Part 14 (2/2)

He moves so fast I burst out laughing. He's over me, his hips pressed to mine, his growing erection nudging against my belly. Just like that he wants me.

And just like that, I want him too.

”Didn't we already do this?” I murmur before he kisses me deeply. Our tongues tangle, my brain empties, and I'm done with thinking. Talking.

All I can do is feel.

Feel his mouth on mine, already familiar yet delicious. The velvety glide of his tongue, the way his hands roam my body, the thrust of his c.o.c.k against my belly reminding me he wants me. Again.

It's a heady, exhilarating sensation, knowing how much power I wield over Gage Emerson. He wants me always.

I feel the same way.

”You're probably tired,” he whispers against my lips, one large hand cupping my breast, his thumb playing with my nipple.

I arch into his palm. ”It's still early.”

”And sore,” he continues, rearing up so he's on his knees between my spread legs. He grips the base of his erection and brushes the head against my s.e.x, making me gasp. ”I sort of lost control with you earlier.”

He'd pounded inside of me hard. My o.r.g.a.s.m had been intense. But like the greedy woman I am, I want another one.

Now.

”I liked it,” I murmur, reaching out so I can touch him. I race my hands over his chest, down his stomach, until I'm touching his c.o.c.k and making him groan. ”Grab a condom, Gage.”

He wastes no time, reaching for the stash he keeps in his bedside table and tearing one open. I watch in fascination as he rolls it on, loving how he moves, how he handles himself. He's a beautiful, s.e.xy man and my heart literally fills with happiness knowing he's my man.

All mine.

”I wanna make this last,” he whispers, sounding a little desperate as he grabs hold of my hips and flips us over so now I'm the one on top of him. ”Give me a show, baby.”

Smiling, I lower myself on him, until he's completely imbedded inside of me. He settles his hands on my waist, holding me there, his eyes glowing with some sort of unfamiliar emotion that makes my heart race.

He's looking at me like he can't get enough of me. And that's scary. Exciting.

Frightening.

Slowly, I start to move, trying to prolong it but already feeling anxious. He grips my a.s.s, lifts up so he can take a nipple in his mouth and suck it, and I groan, tossing my head back as I slip my hands into his hair and hold him to me.

”You're beautiful,” he whispers against my skin. ”So G.o.dd.a.m.n beautiful I can't believe you're mine.”

I feel the same way. The same exact way. I know my parents don't necessarily approve of us together. I know the way we met was sort of unusual. I didn't like him very much. I don't think he liked me either.

But the connection between us can't be denied. We're in so deep I don't think I ever want it to end. And I never think that way. I don't think Gage does either.

He leans back against the pillows, the satisfied smirk on his face downright arrogant as he watches me ride him. I increase my pace, gather my hair up in my hands and hold it there, sitting up straight so he can get that show he wants. Thrusting my chest out, I let go of my hair, s.h.i.+vering as the strands slide all over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, tickling my hard, still-damp nipples. I s.h.i.+ft forward, taking his c.o.c.k deeper inside my body, and the agonized groan that leaves him makes me laugh.

”You're wicked,” he murmurs, slipping a hand between our bodies so he can stroke my c.l.i.t with his index finger.

It's my turn to gasp. ”So are you.”

”I want to watch you come.” His touch firms, and I move faster, my entire body tingling with my impending o.r.g.a.s.m. ”Reach for it, baby.”

Funny thing is I don't have to reach for it. He makes it so easy. His a.s.sured touch, the way he talks to me, looks at me: all of it sends me straight over the edge and into o.r.g.a.s.mic bliss.

”Yeah, that's it,” he says as I start to tremble, a little whimper escaping me. ”Come for me, Marina.”

I do. My entire body stills above his as my climax takes over. I moan his name, reaching out so I can grip his shoulders hard, and then he's coming as well, whispering my name against my hair as I collapse on top of him, the both of us shaking in each other's arms.

”d.a.m.n, woman,” he mutters seconds, maybe minutes later, his hands gripping my b.u.t.t once more, holding me close. Like he never wants to let me go.

”I know,” I whisper, pressing my lips against his neck, tasting his delicious salty skin. ”I feel the same way.”

G.o.d. It would be so easy to fall in love with this man.

In fact, I think I'm already close to being there.

Chapter Thirteen.

Marina A LOT CAN change in a few weeks; heck, even a month. I was single and lonely, working my b.u.t.t off day in and day out with little reward beyond growing a relations.h.i.+p with my aunt, which I cherish, but still. I'd watched the business I love slowly start to fail and it was eating at my very soul. The disappointment from my family-my ever-traveling, too-busy father and overprotective mother-was growing harder and harder to bear.

I had no friends. Many of them had moved away. Or I had no time to spend with the few friends I had.

Life had kind of sucked. I latched onto the fact that Gage Emerson was trying to buy out my family and ruin our lives. I went to that stupid little event more in the hopes of talking to him rather than conducting business, which had been my original intent. Maybe sling an insult or three at him, too, and then walk out, satisfied that I'd let the guy trying to take away my family legacy know I was onto him.

Well. We got the insult-slinging part right, at least.

Everything is completely different now. I have a friend, one I spend a lot of time with. Ivy Emerson and I made good on that San Francisco shopping trip and went last week. She helped me try on a ton of clothes, things I would never have looked twice at. I ended up buying a few things, not wanting to go beyond my self-imposed budget. She helped with that.

She helps with a lot of things.

Archer and I finalized the deal and Aunt Gina's desserts are in his hotel restaurants. Gina's thrilled. Archer's taken her completely under his wing. I'll be lucky to keep her with me at the bakery, what with the way he coddles her. I think Archer wants to steal her away from me.

My dad is still traveling a lot for business. My mom is still overprotective. I can't change them, I just have to learn how to live with them.

And then there's Gage.

I still can't quite define what's happening between us, but we're definitely . . . involved. I can't get enough of him. It seems he can't get enough of me either.

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