With a heavy swallow, he exhales. “I didn’t think you kept anything. It wasn’t in the box of things you left behind in our apartment, so I thought you trashed it.”
“I couldn’t,” I admit, taking a seat on the stool. “I packed it away. I brought it to New York with me.”
His eyes catch mine. “I’m glad. I’m really glad.”
“Did I live in your heart, Gage?” I ask, my bottom lip trembling. “Did you think about me after you left?”
His hands find mine. He scoops them into his, calming them instantly with his touch. “You always lived in my heart. I thought about you endlessly. A day didn’t pass where I didn’t wake up with you on my mind.”
He was never far from my thoughts either.
I may have fooled myself into believing that I could forge a life without him, but if I’m being honest, I longed for his touch every minute of every day.
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p; “I love you, Katie.”
I stare at his lips, soaking in the depth of those words.
He used to say them to me at least a dozen times a day, but never before have they pierced my heart the way they are now.
I’m aching to repeat them back to him, but there’s something I need to tell him first. I’m not brave enough to do it today. I want a little more time to bask in the knowledge that he still loves me.
“Should we take this to my place?” he asks with a perk of his right brow. “Zeke can cover for me.”
I nod without saying a thing.
All I want tonight is to be in his bed. I hope with everything I am that when I wake in his arms tomorrow that courage will have found its way to me.
***
Gage lets out a deep sigh. “You have the most perfect ass. How in the hell is it this perfect?”
Glancing at him, I laugh. “Your ass isn’t half-bad either.”
All of him is chiseled perfection.
I watched him undress in the daylight. We used to make love with the lights on back in California. Dusk hasn’t settled over Manhattan yet, so we’ve been enjoying the early evening light by exploring one another.
I’m on my stomach. My nude body is stretched out on Gage’s bed. He’s next to me, on his side, his stiff cock teasing me each time I steal a glance at it.
We’ve been at his apartment for almost an hour, but we haven’t fucked yet.
Our hands have been on a quest to write to memory every inch of each other’s skin.
His hand grazes over my ass again. “I could stare at this for hours.”
I rest my cheek on my arm. “I can think of something else you can do for hours.”
“Eat you?” His fingers dive between my cheeks, skimming lower until he touches my core. “Is that what you want? You want my mouth here?”
I part my legs slightly, granting him more access. “Your fingers.”
A deep groan comes from somewhere inside of him as he skims two fingers over my pussy. “You want me to finger fuck you, Katie?”
I close my eyes. “Please.”
He slides one finger into my channel. Within a second another joins it. It’s not nearly as much as his thick cock, but it’s enough to lure my hips off the bed.