Swallowing hard, trying not to let my emotions get the best of me. I blink to keep the tears from falling and gently whisper, chewing on my lip. “I was just trying to help Gage. I care for her. She has school tomorrow and she needs her sleep. That’s all I meant. I’m sorry.”
Breathing in deep breath and releasing it slowly, he visibly relaxes his shoulders and reaches over Emma, his palm sweetly cups my cheek as a sleepily grin plays on his handsome face.
“I know, I’m sorry too. It’s been a long day. I need to go home and get some rest.”
“Stay here. I have four bedrooms. A pretty pink one I’m sure Emma would love to wake up in.”
Turning his gaze away from me he runs his hands through his hair and sighs. “Ok.” He gives in and stands and when he does I hear his knees crack.
Slipping my arms from around Emma, Gage offers his hand and I slowly maneuver out from behind her. One foot lands quietly on the floor and as I pull my other one, it gets stuck in a cushion, and I yank it. When I do, I yank too hard, and lose my balance. Just as I think I’m going down Gage catches me and pulls me protectively against his warm chest.
Breathing hard I stare up into his eyes and he down into mine. “Thanks.” I mutter, feeling too close to him. Trying to pull myself away, he hugs me tighter against his strong hard body and crushes his lips to mine. Stealing all the air from my lungs as he forcefully plunges his velvety tongue into my mouth and I groan. Being swept away in pure Gage bliss, swirling my tongue against his, he devours me with a heady kiss. Drowning me in wanton need, his hard dick is pressed against my belly in his dress pants as his hand feverishly roams my back. Deepening the kiss he grabs my neck, holding my mouth to his and sucks my tongue with forceful pulls, igniting the lady to wake up. The lady!
Oh no!
Breaking myself from his raw sexual magnetism I push him away and he stumbles backward, both of us breathing heavily, my heart hammering painfully hard in my chest. I’m so turned on, I can hardly see straight.
Raking his lustful gaze up and down me, fucking me with his eyes. My toes curl and I bite my lip, desperately wanting to give into my desires, I back away knowing if he finds out about lady, I’ll never see Emma again.
“Lex, I need you.” His voice huskily states in a deep baritone, as he changes course and advances on me.
“No, no more.” I shake my head, being stalked by the sexiest predator.
Coming towards me, I back my way into my foyer, never taking my eyes off him. He slowly stalks me, throwing his jacket on the floor. Leisurely taking off his belt and dropping onto my hardwood floor with a clunk. Next goes the button on his pants. We reach the kitchen and he drops his pants to the ground, revealing legs full of intricate tattoos, black skull boxers and a huge dick poking right at me that I can’t help but salivate at.
“Like it?” He winks, stopping just long enough to kick off his shoes and pants. I’ve never seen a sexier man in my entire life! I know my lady agrees because she’s painfully throbbing between my legs. I can feel the wetness oozing out of her and dampening my panties.
Pressing myself against my kitchen cupboards, I find myself cornered, and he smirks.
“Lex, please, let me make you feel good.” Lovingly he reaches out his hand to me, showing me his less predatory side and more of his caring heart. Which makes my body and mind crave his warm touch even more.
Shaking my head, I start to tremble in fear. “No… I can’t.”
“Sweetheart, you’re shaking. Come here.” His eyes drop into a worried expression and he sweetly comes to me, wrapping me in his arms. Still in his boxers and dress shirt, his dick still hard, he caresses my back with strong hands. “It’s okay sweetheart. I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t scare you.” His lips find my hairline and he kisses it over and over. Whispering how sorry he is, I take a deep breath and relax into him, trying to calm myself.
How I wish I could have just given in to him, to open up and share myself. I want to be able to do that so badly that I start to cry into his shoulder, staining the fabric with my silent tears. Being who I am is so hard. I can’t risk Emma for this, even if I want Gage. I just know deep down he could never accept me for who I really am. He knows nothing about what I’ve gone through. Between the scars that cover my body with a painful roadmap and lady between my legs, there is way too much for him to wrap his head around. I could never ask him to even try to do that.
Holding onto him, I cry and he lets me. I’ve never cried in anybody’s arms before, not my mothers, and not Roni’s. Nobodies. I’ve never shown weakness, but for whatever reason I feel comfort with Gage. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before, things that frighten the hell outa me.