Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
“Soon, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in and taking my bottom lip between his teeth. He tugs on it, then bites down before licking the bit of pain away.
Gently, Gage pushes me onto my back and peppers kisses along my flesh, stopping to lick my pebbled nipples, then works his way down my torso, pressing open-mouthed kisses to each of my hip bones. He stops at the top of my mound and kisses me through the material before removing my panties and dropping them onto the floor.
With my legs spread for him, he disappears from my line of sight and devours my pussy, licking my clit and working me toward an orgasm. Just as I’m about to come, he thrusts a finger and then two into me, curving them up and pushing me straight off the ledge.
Only once my legs have stopped shaking and my body has come down slightly does he stop and look up at me with a satisfied smirk on his face. “I could eat you every damn day,” he says, making a show of licking my juices off his lips.
“I wouldn’t protest.” I shrug, lifting onto one elbow and wrapping my hand around his neck to draw him closer. “But right now, I really need you inside me.”
Our mouths connect at the same time as Gage enters me, his tongue sliding past my parted lips as I release a moan, my body stretching in the best way to accommodate his thick erection.
Once he’s all the way in, he stops and focuses on kissing me, tasting, coaxing, consuming me. And then he moves, his piercing rubbing my walls and eliciting pleasure. The last time we were together, it was about grieving and getting lost, escaping our heartbreak. But as Gage kisses me tenderly, his body moving in and out of me in a lazy rhythm, this is nothing like before. Gage isn’t fucking me to forget. He’s making love to me, showing me in every kiss and every slow thrust how much I mean to him.
Flashbacks of the night he pushed me away hit me hard, and I try to shake them out, but like my panic attack earlier, they have a mind of their own. Images of those women touching him, caressing him, pleasuring him. I take a deep breath, reminding myself that the Gage from back then isn’t the same Gage who’s in me, kissing me. This Gage… my Gage is clean and sober.
As if he can hear my thoughts and sense my insecurities, he breaks our kiss, his eyes meeting mine. “Stay with me, Sadie,” he murmurs, brushing his soft yet strong lips across my own. “You’re the only one for me. Stay right here with me, where we belong, in this moment, together.”
“Gage,” I whisper back against his lips. “Please don’t hurt me.”
His heated gaze sears into me. “The only thing I want to do is love you, baby.”
As our mouths connect once again in a fiery-hot passionate kiss and our bodies come together in the most intimate way, I know that letting Gage in is worth the risk of getting hurt. Because for the first time since my world came crashing down on me almost two years ago, I feel like I’m finally living again… because of Gage. Because through the darkness of our despair and grief, we created our own light: Rory. And through her, as if it were fate, we’ve found our way back to each other. And while whatever we’re doing might end in heartbreak, I’m going to do as Gage asked and live in the moment with him. Let him love me and spend every day loving him. Because really, isn’t that all we have—right now, at this moment?
“I came in you,” Gage murmurs as he spoons me from behind, peppering kisses along my neck and shoulder. After we both found our release, instead of cleaning up, he rolled us over and demanded to hold me for a little while. And since I wasn’t ready for the moment to end, I didn’t argue.
“I’m on birth control, so we’re good.” Although the point of protection is also to protect us from STDs, and we haven’t had that talk yet.
Once again, it’s as if he can read my mind because he turns me over to face him and says, “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
I flinch at his words since they’re not entirely true. “You were with those women after me,” I say, hating to ruin the mood but feeling the need to say it.
“Maybe.” He sighs. “But I don’t remember that night at all. I passed out and couldn’t tell you what happened. I know I must’ve been with them in some way for you to walk out the door, and I saw them when Declan woke me up, but you’re the last person I remember being with. I was tested for everything because of the drugs and the possibility of what I’d done, and I’m clean.” He pulls me into his arms and nestles his face in the curtain of my hair. “I would do anything to take the hurt away that I caused you, but the truth is, without you walking out the door, I never would’ve gotten the help I needed. It was you…” He pulls back and looks into my eyes. “It was you coming into my life and making me feel, and then walking away and making me miss you, that led to me hitting rock bottom and getting help.”