Summer let the fingers of one hand drift between her thighs. When she encountered the swollen, wet folds of her pussy, she let out a whimper.
“Tell me,” he urged as he slid the head of his cock over her lower lip.
“Yes, I’m wet.”
“Son of a bitch, I want to fuck you.”
“I’m on the Pill.” It was dumb to have sex without a condom. Summer knew that, but she couldn’t seem to remember why. All she wanted was Gage, sinking deep.
Gage’s eyes turned tender as he whispered, “Naughty temptress.” When he pushed his cock between her lips once more, Summer eagerly surrendered.
“Good girl, now play with that lovely cunt for me while I fuck this pretty mouth.”
Swirling her finger around her clit, Summer tried to concentrate on not coming too soon. Gage let his cock travel over her tongue. While her fingers played, Gage’s rhythm increased. He held her head still as he pumped against her face, burying his cock inside her mouth. He smoothed her sweat-soaked hair back and groaned her name, then thrust once more. Summer spiraled out of control as Gage shouted her name. At the same instant, his hot come hit her tongue. She drank his salty fluid, licking him clean, before she slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Summer burst wide open. The unyielding hold his hands had on her head loosened, and she collapsed against him.
Strong hands lifted her until she blanketed his large, powerful body. “Damn, Summer. You’re something, you know that?”
His hoarse voice and stunned expression pleased her.
“You aren’t so bad yourself, Gage.”
He pulled the throw blanket covering the foot of the bed over their heaving bodies before pressing his lips to the top of her head. “Sleep, sweetheart. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”
Unable to con
tain the rush of excitement, Summer buried her face against his chest. As Gage flipped off the light, plunging them into darkness, she sighed and let herself enjoy the feel of having a replete Gage Knight beneath her. “I could stay like this forever,” she murmured.
For a long time, Gage didn’t speak, and Summer was terribly afraid she’d ruined the mood. Just when she thought he’d fallen asleep, he said, “Me too, baby. Me too.”
The words were spoken so softly, Summer was sure Gage hadn’t intended for her to hear them. She feigned sleep and tried not to think about how much she would miss him once he was gone. Sleep would be a long time coming.
Chapter Eight
Summer came awake with a bright light in her eyes. Morning. As she squinted and pulled her foggy brain out of her dream world, she realized something wasn’t quite right. A warm, hard body was curved up against her back, one powerful leg nestled between her thighs. The memories of the previous night flooded back.
She tried to wiggle free, but Gage only grumbled and pulled her in tighter. When he pressed his lower half into her, his erection slid along the crease of her ass.
“Don’t move.”
Oh, God, his gravelly voice was such a turn-on. “I’m stiff,” she complained. “I need to get up.”
“Give me a minute and I’ll carry you to the shower.”
She laughed. “I’m not that stiff. I can walk just fine.”
He smoothed his hands down her belly until he cupped her mound. She trembled at the feel of his callused fingers so close to where she needed him. “Gage…” she breathed out.
“Take the day with me,” he said in a coaxing tone. “Let me show you how to play.”
She moaned as his hands continued their journey. He slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked her slit. She whimpered.
“Yeah, okay.”
He chuckled against her hair. She could feel the rumble of it all along her spine. Summer’s heartbeat sped up. She looked at the bedside clock and groaned. “I need to see if Tory’s available to fill in for me first.”
Gage pulled his fingers away from her pussy, which was a damn shame considering she was already wet and ready for him, then reached over and grabbed the phone. “Call her.”
Who was she to argue? Summer dialed Tory’s cell phone. It was early still and she fully expected it to go to voicemail.