After we got out of the limo and Gage walked to the trunk to collect my bag when the driver opened it, I quickly took in my surroundings. The exterior of the home he was staying in was lovely, albeit very cookie-cutter. It was on the bigger side and was done in a pale gray stucco on top and stacked stone on the bottom quarter of the entire house. The two large wood and brass entry doors had matching wreaths that were made up of greenery, Cherokee roses, and a few strategically placed Georgia peaches. They were beautifully done, the quality of the items used so good that I did a double take to confirm that they weren’t real flowers or peaches.
“Do you have a thing for wreaths?” Gage asked teasingly as he entered the code to unlock the door.
I laughed as I walked past him after he gestured for me to enter. “I was just getting my bearings,” I admitted.
After shutting and locking the door, he turned to me. “I’ve given up on trying to get my bearings around you,” he said.
The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice told me he meant it. He kept his eyes on mine as he stepped forward and linked my right hand with his left. “Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
I shook my head. “No. I drank two cherry Kool-Aids and ate a big container of macaroni and cheese on the plane. Thank you for that, by the way. I was pleasantly surprised when the stewardess told me there’d been a request to have those things available for me.”
“I wanted you to have what you like.” He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal. “And speaking of things you like, I ordered Kool-Aid supplies from Amazon as soon as you told me you were coming. There are pitchers of grape and cherry in my fridge.”
“You ordered it, or Shawn did?” I teased.
“Not only did I order it, but I also made it,” he answered.
It wasn’t what someone would traditionally consider a grand gesture, but to me, it was huge. He’d flown me to Georgia so we could have some time together, and he’d thought about the things I liked when he did. The last guy I’d dated—more than two years before—had made fun of me for drinking something so trashy. Surprise, surprise, that relationship hadn’t gone anywhere.
I squeezed Gage’s hand and smiled up at him with appreciation. “You’re one of a kind,” I told him.
“I think the same thing about you every damn day,” he answered.
When I got on the plane to fly to Georgia, I’d known I was going to sleep with him. Heck, I’d known the day he’d showed up at my house after the Golden Globes. It felt like I’d been waiting forever, and I was over that. It was time to move to the next level.
“Since I don’t need anything to eat or drink, can we head upstairs?” I asked.
“God, yes,” he rasped.
Even if he’d said nothing at all, the heat in his eyes would’ve told me just how much he liked my suggestion. He continued holding my hand as he guided me across the creamy travertine tiles to the curved staircase that led to the second floor. When we got upstairs, he led me down the hall to a set of double doors that led into the master bedroom. Once inside, he released my hand and carried my bag over to the dresser. That gave me a few seconds to look around. The walls, carpeting, and bedding were all done in khaki and cream tones, and the furniture was a warm, rich walnut. The focal point of the space was the massive king-sized bed, which, even from across the room, I could tell had a luxury mattress on it. The darn thing was undoubtedly twice as thick as the one I had at home. I didn’t have long to think about it since Gage was finished setting my bag down in a blink.
When he opened his arms, I walked into them without hesitation. Tilting my head back, I smiled up at him as his face began moving closer to mine. He stopped moving when he was right at my lips.
“I’m so glad you’re here, beautiful,” he said, his voice a sensual rumble that I felt everywhere.
“Me, too,” I answered.
He kissed me then, causing my already rapid heartbeat to accelerate even more. His hands dropped to my waist, his hold firm as he deepened the kiss. I shivered when I felt how hard he was.
Our chemistry was so electric that I knew what came next would be something I’d never forget.FourteenGageI finally had Morgan back in my arms, right where she belonged. We fit together perfectly as her soft curves pressed up against me. My cock felt like it was ready to bust through my jeans to get to her pussy, but I needed her to understand this thing between us meant more to me than just getting my dick wet. Reluctantly ripping my mouth from hers, I growled, “Before we go any further, you’ve got to know that I didn’t bring you here just for sex.”