Brea glanced up at him. “Is this okay?”

“Darlin’, if it was any more okay this would be over already.”

She stilled. “You want me to stop?”

“Oh, hell no. I like your hands on me. A little too much. It feels really good.”

She smiled, and he saw the power brighten in her eyes. That’s what he’d wanted to see.

“Brea, you can do whatever you want, whatever feels right to you.”

She looked from his face back to his cock, then bent over him again. “I want to taste you.”

Son of a bitch. He gritted his teeth as she took his c**k head between her sweet lips, her tongue darting out to sweep over him. The combination of hot and wet was nearly his undoing. He jerked, and she hummed in satisfaction, gripping the base of his c**k to feed it into her mouth inch by sweet inch. And he had a front-row seat for the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen—watching her swallow him.

She might not be practiced at bl*w j*bs, but what she lacked in technique she sure as hell made up for in eagerness and genuine desire to please. And that was more exciting than what any woman had done to him before. That she seemed to genuinely enjoy doing what she was doing jacked up his pleasure even more. He raised up, fisting his hand in her hair to control her movements.

She moaned, seeming to like when he took over.

Yeah, he figured she would. His balls tightened as he moved her mouth over his cock, pushing her a little farther than might be comfortable. But she took him, all the way to the back of her throat, as he taught her what he liked, how deep he liked it, until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He lifted her mouth away and dragged her across his chest. “You keep doing that and I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Her lips were wet, swollen, her eyes glittering with desire. “I want you to, Gage. Let me.”

Christ, she was going to kill him. He kissed her hard, his tongue diving in to possess, to sweep and tangle with hers before letting go. “Then do it.”

She slid down his body again and engulfed his c**k in her mouth, grabbing the base with her hand. She swept her other hand over his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze.

He lifted against her, f**king her mouth, his balls tightening as he felt the rush he wouldn’t be able to control now. “Yeah, like that. Take it deep until I come.”

He widened his legs and she cradled his balls in her hands, took his c**k as deep as she could and pressed down hard with her lips, sucking as she moved her mouth in the rhythm he set.

“I’m going to come, Brea.”

She moaned her appreciation and that was all it took. He came in torrents, trying to withhold shouting but unable to hold back the loud groan as he pulled on her hair and rolled his h*ps to feed more of his c**k into her greedy mouth. Brea held on to him, her nails digging into his thighs as he thrust between her lips until he was empty and damn well panting.

And still she lingered there, licking his cock, kissing it, stroking his thighs.

He pulled her up his body, kissed her. “Thank you, darlin’.”

“No, thank you. That was very enjoyable.”

He laughed, petted her hair, not sure what to make of this woman who seemed innocent about sex one minute and a tigress the next. “I’m liking this change in you.”

She shrugged. “You’re a good teacher. You make me want to be open.”

He arched a brow. “Is that right?”

She tilted her head back to gaze at him. “That’s right.”

And that made him want to do a lot of things with her. Everything. “How open?”

There was an eagerness in her eyes, a light he hadn’t seen before.

“Anything. Everything. Teach me. I’ve missed so much.”

Damn. His c**k stirred to life just thinking about the things he could do with her.

He rolled her onto her back and held her there, smoothing his hands down the satiny shift that pressed against her curves, highlighting her erect nipples. He covered one with his mouth, capturing both the fabric and the bud between his lips. Brea moaned and arched against him, tangling her fingers in his hair as he sucked her nipple.

But it wasn’t enough. He wanted her hot flesh in his mouth and under his hands. He lifted the slip up, his hands roaming under to slide with just a hint of a tease over her sex, taking the fabric with him as he moved his hand over her ribs and breasts, giving her light touches and caresses only.

He removed her slip and cast it aside, then looked his fill of her na**d body, lush and goddess-like under the flickering candlelight. He laid his palm between her br**sts and felt the fast thump of her heartbeat, liked that just his light touch could rev her up like this.

“Darlin’, I could lick you up like barbecue sauce dripping off ribs.”

She laughed. “That’s quite the compliment.”

He rolled his tongue over her nipple, took it between his lips and sucked until she let out a whispered moan. When he raised up, her eyes were glassy with desire. “It’s my highest compliment. You are definitely edible.” He moved to the other nipple to do the same thing until she writhed under his mouth and hands. Then he moved down her body, breathing in the scent of her skin, the way her scent—soap and shampoo—mixed with the heady natural aroma of aroused female.

Nothing smelled sweeter. He liked that she didn’t douse herself in perfume. He always thought woman who did were trying to hide something. Brea smelled like . . . Brea: clean, natural, like she’d just stepped out of the shower. Something about a woman’s natural scent got to him and made his dick hard.

Brea made his dick hard. He liked the feel of her body moving under his hands, the way she squirmed as he kissed her belly and moved even lower, spreading her legs with his shoulders as he sank between them. He kissed the top of her sex, slid his fingers along her pu**y lips. She was wet, ready for him, and he slid his tongue along her folds, wanting to capture every drop of what she gave him.

Because she was hot for him. She was wet for him. And she was going to come for him.

seven

brea tightened her hold on the sheets, lifting her butt to draw closer to Gage’s lips and tongue. He was magic with his mouth, took her from languid foreplay to ready-to-come in minutes. He got her hot and ready so fast it was almost embarrassing how well he knew her body already. All she could do was sink into every touch, every lick, and hang on for the ride, hoping she didn’t fall too soon.

He dragged her right to the edge several times, only to back away, lick her inner thighs and tap her lightly with his fingers until the sensation subsided. Then he’d take her there all over again until she was right . . . there . . . only to pull away. It was maddening. She lifted her head when he did it again.

“Gage?”

He smiled up at her. “Yeah, darlin’?”

“What are you doing?”

He slid his tongue up the length of her, making her shudder. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

Her only answer was to tangle her fingers in his hair and hold him steady so he’d continue doing exactly what he was doing. He captured her cl*tbetween his lips and flattened his tongue over the sensitive bud. She threw her head back, lifted her h*ps to drive her pu**y against his mouth, and came, rocking against his face as waves of pleasure swept over her. She couldn’t let go until the tremors subsided. Gage held on to her and went with her the entire time until she was too sensitive to endure the flicks of his tongue on her clit.

Panting, she fell back against the mattress, her limbs boneless. She waited for him to move up beside her, to spread her legs and f**k her. But he didn’t. Instead, he continued to kiss her sex, to caress her legs, until she lifted her head and looked down at him.

“Gage?”

“Yeah.”

“Come up here with me.”

“Not yet. I’m not finished with you.”

He swept his tongue across her sex, and she trembled at the renewed sensation sparking across her nerve endings. She’d just come, and yet she felt the hot stirrings of arousal begin again. What was he doing to her? How could he drag her from languishing after release to pent-up desire with one swipe of his tongue? Yet her body was tense and anticipating the next lick, the next touch.

And when he lifted her legs and bent her knees to her chest, exposing her intimately to his gaze, she cringed.

“Gage.”

“Relax, Brea. You told me everything. I want all of you. Even here.”

He swept his tongue along her folds, all warm and wet and probing until her inhibitions fled. And when his tongue traveled south and drifted over her anus, she shuddered, utterly shocked at the pleasure she felt there. She had no idea it would feel so . . . good. Gage rolled his tongue back and forth until she couldn’t think straight, could only imagine what would come next.

“You have lube?”

She pointed to the drawer at the side of the bed. He left her for only a moment, then came back, spreading her. He licked her pu**y again, surrounding her clit, warming her, exciting her. And then his finger circled her back-door entrance, lubed up and slick. He didn’t enter her with the digit, just teased her, excited the nerve endings there until she was turned on and curious and overwhelmed with the sensations he created.

“Gage.” She moaned his name on a long, low whisper, not sure what she even wanted other than to voice the pleasure he gave her.

He kept his mouth on her sex and slid his finger inside her anus, pushing past the tight barrier, sucking her cl*twhile he inserted his finger all the way into her. His knuckles bumped her buttocks as he pulled out and pushed in, licking and sucking her as he did.

It was a wild, primal sensation, a sweet burning pain that brought her insane pleasure at the same time. As he eased in and out of her anus and licked her pussy, he drove her closer and closer to the edge again.

And yet, somehow, she wanted more.

“Gage, there’s a dildo in the drawer. I want that in my pussy.”

She’d never been so daring before. The thought of doing that—of him doing that—shocked her, and yet excited her in ways she had only previously imagined when she was alone, touching herself, wishing for this to happen but thinking it never would. And now it was. She wanted to be filled when she came, to feel contractions in every part of her.

He pulled the dildo from the drawer and lubed it. “This what you want?”

She lifted up on her elbows to watch, unable to believe this was really happening. “Yes.”

Gage smiled up at her as if he was more than happy to grant her wish. He eased the dildo inside her pussy, stretching her. It felt so good, especially when he put his mouth on her cl*tand laved the tight bud with his tongue. She tilted her head back. “Oh yes. That’s exactly what I want.”

And then he slid his finger inside her anus again, exactly what she’d imagined—being filled both ways. It was like being double fucked, something she’d never experienced, and the lightning-like pulses shot her into the stratosphere. The sensations she felt coming from his mouth, the dildo, his fingers—it was all too much. Her orgasm rained down on her like a torrent and she couldn’t hold back. And she felt it everywhere, in every part of her, pulsing and squeezing and zinging out from her clit, her pu**y and her anus. She bucked off the bed and cried out, not caring who heard her, because it was just too damn good to hold back. Gage held tight to her, his mouth and his hands all over her as she rode the wave until she fell back on the bed, exhausted and utterly satisfied.

He removed the dildo and left her for a few seconds to wash up, then came back and slid next to her on the bed, pulling her against him, his face aligned with hers. She swept her palm against the stubble of beard across his jaw. He was so rugged, so damn sexy her heart did leaps whenever she saw him outside. But here in bed he saw to her every need like the lover she’d always dreamed of. He demanded her release in ways she could never have imagined, yes, but because he had such faith in her sexuality, she found it so easy to give in with him.

She was never going to be able to thank him enough for giving her such a precious gift.

Brea was afraid more than just her body was becoming entangled with Gage. And she knew that wasn’t at all what he was interested in.

Keep it light, Brea. Keep it fun. Don’t fall in love. She already knew Gage was only in it for the fun and the sex. There was nothing wrong with that. If she pushed for anything more, he’d walk away. And she was having way too much fun discovering great sex to lose him.

He caressed her back, using his fingertips to walk along her spine. “You have a very serious look on your face for a woman who just screamed the rooftop down when she came.”

She giggled. “I’m thinking we’re not quite finished yet.” She reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his cock. It was hard and hot and he thrust against her hand. “You have to be more than ready.”

“I’m patient. I don’t mind waiting while you come a few times.”

Another thing she admired so much about him, and what made him so different from the men she’d been with before. He saw to her needs first instead of his own.

“Now it’s time for you and me to come together.”

He grinned. “I like how bold you’ve become. A few days ago you wouldn’t have said that.”

She pressed her lips to his. “I have you to thank for my newfound confidence. Now, let’s get this inside me.”

He laughed. “Greedy tart.”

She squeezed his cock, sliding her hand up and down the shaft. “Tease.”

Gage flipped her onto her back and kissed her, and she forgot all about talking as he heated her up with his mouth and tongue until she was senseless and craving him inside her. He rolled them onto their sides and lifted her leg over his hip, then quickly grabbed a condom and put it on in record time, before turning back to her and sliding inside her.