Gage would have bet everything he owned that Laurel would come up with a hundred and one excuses when he’d suggested they get back together. He would have lost too, because he never would have guessed she’d be deep throating him five minutes later. Not that he minded. Hell, he was anxious to reciprocate, but it was hard not to want to draw this out and enjoy every second.
She was still so beautiful and when she tugged at the scrunchy that held her ponytail, he all but held his breath. Her dark hair cascaded down her back when she pulled it loose and he paused to watch the way it moved, as one with her body as she began to disrobe. Her hazel eyes were always a different color, closer to brown at night, a riveting yellow color in the sun, and emerald green when she cried or was aroused. Like now. Those green-yellow-brown eyes were looking at him with hope, love, and anticipation.
“You haven’t changed at all,” he whispered.
“Liar.” She smiled as she pulled her top off. “I’m not in anywhere near the shape I was in when I was twenty. Hell, I’m not even in the shape I was in when I was thirty.”
“You’re even sexier.” He palmed one of her ass cheeks, drawing her against him. “You had more muscle then, but now you have more curves.”
“Fat,” she chuckled.
“Fat? There’s no fat here.” He skimmed his fingers along her flat stomach. “All I see is perfection.”
“I’m still wearing clothes,” she pointed out.
“I know.” He grazed the rim of her jeans with his hand. “I just want to enjoy every second of this.”
“It’s only been a year,” she protested.
“Fourteen months,” he corrected.
“So you missed me.”
“Every minute of every day.”
“I’d forgotten what a romantic you are.”
“I won’t ever let you forget again.”
“Are you going to love me now, Gage?” She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and watched as he began to slide down her jeans.
“I’m going to love you like there’s no tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“Because I can.” He pressed a chaste kiss on her collarbone. “Because you want me to.” He slid his lips along the curve of her shoulder. “Because I need to.”
He kissed her again, stroking her tongue with his in a sensual battle of desire. There was no feeling like when they were together like this, and he drew out both the kiss and ridding her of the rest of her clothes. Each piece came off slowly, dropping to the floor and leaving her his for the taking. He took a few more seconds to simply enjoy looking at her, the roundness of her hips, the curve of her thighs, that little patch of curls at the junction where her thighs met.
“I can’t decide what I want to do first,” he said, brushing the pads of his thumbs over her nipples and watching them harden in anticipation.
“Everything?” she suggested.
“We have all night for everything.” He sucked one fat nipple into his mouth and heard her sigh of pleasure. He wanted to do this forever, all night and beyond, and based on her reactions, she wanted it too. It was so good to be touching her again, he was going to be hard-pressed to sleep tonight.
He stroked up and down her body with his hands, reveling in each curve and crevice, the warm skin and taut muscles beneath. She might not be in the same shape she’d been in while playing hockey, but she was still so sexy it took his breath away.
Moving between her thighs, he ran gentle fingers along the insides, watching as she shivered at his touch. He longed to be deep inside of her, but didn’t want to rush. Instead, he traced lines along her beautiful body, the crease of her thigh, her hip bones, and that sweet mound between her legs. How many times had he knelt before her and licked her into oblivion? At least a bajillion, so this would make a bajillion and one times.
He kissed his way down until his lips found the tender folds that instantly quivered at his touch. He slid the tip of one finger inside of her and she immediately clenched around him. Spreading her legs apart, he licked between them, one finger slowly gliding in and out of her. He ate at her, sucking, nibbling and licking until she was making the most luscious noises, one sexy, keening whimper after another. He added a second finger, scissoring them slightly until she nearly toppled over from trying to take him deeper.
“Come for me, baby, and then I’ll give you what you want.”
“Oh, god.” She arched into his face and he sucked her clit between his lips, biting down until she shrieked, coming so hard she lost her balance. He caught her with his free arm, wrapping it around her thighs until she steadied herself.
“I’m too old for this,” she laughed.
“Luckily, I’m not.” He scooped her up and tossed her on the bed, covering her with his larger body. His lips found hers and they kissed like randy teenagers, as if they hadn’t gotten each other off just minutes ago. Somehow, he managed to get a condom on and immediately nudged her slick opening with the tip of his cock. She spread her legs wider and he worked his way into her slowly, taking his time to stretch her open. She was still as tight as the night he’d taken her virginity and every bit as beautiful. When he was fully seated, he took her lower lip between his and nibbled it.
“Goddamn, baby, I’ve missed being inside you.”
She clenched around him, drawing him in deeper until his balls started to ache with need. Damn, how did she do this to him? He wasn’t a kid anymore. He would be thirty-six soon, so one orgasm should have kept him going a good long time, but not with Laurel. He was already starting to lose control, something that never happened with other women. Of course, this wasn’t just another woman—this was his Laurel, the love of his life.
“You’re so slick and soft and tight,” he rasped. “I’m not going to last very long.”
“Mmm, that’s good, because I’m dying to come again.” There was a light sheen of sweat on her forehead and he licked at it, loving the salty taste on his tongue.
She shifted her hips, drawing him in until they were doing a sensual dance, their bodies in perfect sync, as they’d been from the very first time. She squeezed and clenched, tightening, milking him until he growled, on the verge of another release.
“Gage, please, baby, please…” Her breath hitched as she begged him, and he slammed into her, moving harder and faster than he ever had with her before. Her body jerked when she came, a soundless scream leaving her throat as she gasped and dug her nails into his back.
“I love you, baby.” He collapsed on top of her, his lips on the curve of her neck as their breathing slowed and they held each other.
“How come we’re so good at this?” she murmured with a girlish giggle.
“Practice?” he teased.
“We did a lot of that once upon a time, didn’t we?”
“And we will again. Starting right now.” His mouth found hers in the darkness and she kissed him back.
Laurel woke up first the next morning, Gage’s larger body pinning her in place as they slept. They’d always slept draped all over each other and she’d missed it, but today she didn’t know what to do because she wanted to run as badly as she wanted to stay. Last night had been amazing, but in retrospect, it had been all hormones and pheromones or something. There was no way she’d agreed to try again. Was there?
She wiggled beneath him, gently poking his arm. “Hey, I need to get up.”
“Nope.” He never opened his eyes but his voice was clear. “I know you. You’re lying here overthinking everything and once you get up, you’ll try to escape.”
She snickered. “So you’re into golden showers now? Because if you don’t let me up, that’s what’s going to happen.”
“I’ll risk it.”
“Gage.” She was laughing as she pushed at him. “Let me up. I promise, I’ll be right back.”
He opened one eye. “I will come after you.”
“I know.” She slid off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
After using the facilities, she washed her face and glanced around in frustration. She hadn’t even brought a toothbrush and wished she had.
“You can use mine,” Gage called from the bedroom.
She smiled. God knows, they’d shared more than a toothbrush last night. She quickly brushed her teeth and combed her fingers through her hair. It was a wavy but sexy mess, tumbling around her shoulders just the way Gage liked it. He always ran his fingers through—
“You’re beautiful,” Gage was calling out again. “Now come back to bed so I can ravage you some more.”
“Would you stop doing that?” she demanded, coming out smiling.
“Ravaging you? Never.”
“No, reading my damn mind.”
“Oh, please. You still do the same exact stuff you’ve always done.” He pulled her against his chest and rested his chin on her head. “So, good morning.”
“Good morning.” She curled into him, wishing she had the will to tell him all the things she’d been thinking about before she’d gone to the bathroom.
“What’s on your mind, beautiful?”
She chuckled. “You’re doing it again.”
“Like I said, I know you.”
“Last night was—”
“Fantastic. Sexy. Better than ever. Let’s do it again.” He flipped her onto her back and rolled on top of her.
“Gage.” She shook her head in frustration.
“You were going to say last night was a mistake, and that’s bullshit.” He spread her legs with his. “And I’m going to remind you of that.”
He slid into her slowly and purposefully, and she sighed with undeniable pleasure.
“We still have to talk,” she whispered.
“I know.” He thrust deep and she was fairly certain her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Do that again,” she gasped.
“And again,” he growled, taking her mouth and ending all conversation.