The Bad Boys of Summer Anthology(273)

“Gage,” I whispered, lowering my gaze. I couldn’t look at him so I shut my eyes. “Gage, maybe we should just stop this now while—”

He stopped me from talking with his lips. My body sprang to life as his lips consumed mine. A surge of electricity struck my core as he kissed me harder, deeper, the passion coursing from his body to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, sinking into his firm chest. His fingers ran from my back to my hips. He pulled me in to him farther, and I moaned into his mouth, sparking with heat once again. He tasted like some kind of fruit. I wasn’t sure what it was, maybe strawberry or raspberry? Whatever it was, it tasted fresh and divine as his tongue ran across mine and occasionally touched the roof of my mouth. I panted as he stepped forward, leaving me with no choice but to step backward and bump against the nearest wall.

He kept one hand on my waist, the other gradually pulling at my thigh so my leg could lift and wrap around him. His arousal strained against jeans, causing me to whimper uncontrollably against his lips. I wanted him, but I knew it wasn’t good to take him. It would make it that much harder for me to let this go. To let him go.

“Gage,” I whispered into his ear.

He stilled, but he didn’t stop kissing me. “No,” he growled.

I frowned. “No, what?”

“No, Eliza.” He pulled his lips away from my neck and blinked quickly, but I noticed the tears burning in his hazy, sleep-deprived eyes. My heart ached, taking in the sight of him. His face was pained, hurt. Behind his eyes I saw the loneliness, the heartache. I couldn’t wrap my mind around what he was thinking, but I knew whatever it was, was because of me.

Instead of speaking on it, I lowered my head and he dropped my leg. “Gage—”

“Stop saying my name like that, Eliza. I’m not…” His voice cracked, his head lowering. “I know what you’re going to say. Not right now… Just please. Stop. Don’t end it yet. Just… stop.”

Tears burned my eyes, but I blinked quickly to get rid of them. “I’ll have to leave eventually, Gage. I only have a few days left. You know this. We might as well stop while we can… before it gets too hard.” My voice was breaking. I was breaking.

“I don’t wanna stop,” he said. “I like it too much. You do something to me. You make me think twice… You make me feel something. I feel alive with you around. I haven’t felt anything this real in a long time. Not since…” He stopped talking again and I looked at him curiously.

“Since what, Gage?”

“Since… my sister.”

He didn’t look at me as he said it. I tried to get a good look into his eyes and figure him out, but he kept his head down, a few pieces of hair falling onto his forehead. Now he was making me feel even guiltier. Now he was making me want to take him just to make him happy again. I didn’t know what else to do—what else to say. I didn’t speak as I cupped his face in my hands and forced him to look at me. I pulled one hand away to run my fingers through his hair, pressing against his chest as our breaths caught and got tangled with each other’s. I studied his sorrowed hazel eyes, the grief he’d been carrying for so long.

I didn’t want to hurt him. I didn’t want to lose the connection, so I told myself I would stay… for now. I could still remain casual, but that was it. I slowly brought his lips to mine, kissing him fervently, and he groaned, reeling me in by my hips so I could mold against him. I knew no one was on the bus. I heard Cal take off earlier and Ben left with his assistant Terri. It was only us, and I wanted to take advantage of it.

“Gage,” I whispered as he picked me up in his arms. He stumbled forward to go for the bedroom door and shut it. He locked it and then my back pressed against it. “Gage,” I said again.

“I’m not letting you go yet… You can’t leave… We can’t stop, Eliza.” His lips touched my collarbone and my head fell back, enjoying his warm kisses on my skin. He moved up to my neck and kissed me, pressing his erection into my stomach. At the feel of him, I moaned, whimpered, ready for him to just rip off my clothes and go for it already. All thoughts were lost. All heartache seemed to disappear.

He kept me pinned against the door by his waist and reached up to help me remove my shirt. After tossing it on the floor, he reached behind me to unhook my bra, exposing my breasts. He tossed the bra, too, but his eyes never left my chest. He finally looked into my eyes again, scanning me intensely, hungrily. There was a fire behind his irises and it turned me on completely. Burned me on the inside with nothing but desire. My stomach coiled as his eyes locked on mine. It coiled even more as he leaned forward and sucked on my nipple greedily, his gaze never shifting. My breath hitched, enjoying the pleasure running through me, his hands at my waist, his tongue circling around my nipple until it was erect. He moved to the other and I rested the back of my head against the door, accepting it all.

I moaned, clutching his shoulders, ready for him. He didn’t oblige. He continued sucking on me until that nipple had become a pebble and then he pulled down my shorts. He placed me down for only a second, and I helped him by stepping out of my shorts and panties. I was completely naked before him and my face burned scarlet, but his eyes remained hard, drinking in all of me. After staring at me for what seemed like hours, he attacked my lips and crushed my body to his.

I reached down to unbutton his jeans and he slid out of them with ease. Spinning me around in his arms, he placed my back on the bed and separated my legs, climbing between them. His lips found my neck and I gripped his back, my core throbbing as he got nearer. He was so close. I could feel the heat of his cock. I throbbed for him again, aching, longing, desiring. I wanted it so much even though I knew I didn’t need it. I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help it. I should have stopped it, but I gave in.

Gage pulled back in haste to dig into his jeans pocket for a condom. After sliding it on, he teased me some more with his tongue on my nipples. He ran his tongue down to the dip of my belly and I gasped, inhaling deeply at how far he’d gone and how close he was to my core.

“You can’t stop this, Eliza,” he said, kissing my thigh. “I need it.” I tingled as he kissed the other and heat spiraled down between my legs. He kissed the skin outside my entrance, making me clench, tingle hard, and clutch at the sheets. “I’ve just gotten started with you,” he whispered. “You can’t stop this yet.” Then he slid his tongue between my sweet, sensitive folds, and I bucked against his mouth.

The panting increased. I gripped at the sheets wildly, aiming to avoid scratching him up. One of my hands ran through his hair as his tongue licked, dove, and circled around my clit, causing me to screech at the top of my lungs. A rush ran through me as I moved against his mouth. He groaned and moaned, causing a vibration between my legs. Oh, fuck. He grabbed my waist to try and stop me from squirming and then he said, “Look at me, Eliza.”

I shook my head. I couldn’t look. Looking into his eyes was going to send me teetering over the edge completely. Gage’s fingers dug into my side as he growled, his tongue swirling harder and flickering so quickly that it was driving me mad. I wasn’t going to be able to keep up for long.

“Look at me, Eliza,” he repeated. His mouth barely moved away from me. He was licking my nub as he spoke. He was so talented in bed and I hated how amateur I was. I dared a look and in return, I was sent into overdrive. The fire in his eyes, the heat as he watched me moan, the way his tongue circled and dipped and I felt it all, sent me shuddering. Shattering, crumpling into pieces. I squealed, my body quaking, legs trembling. In a heartbeat, Gage moved up quickly, kissing my nipples, each side of my collarbone, my neck. He hovered above my mouth, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips.

“Do you want me?” he asked.

I nodded, pressing my hand against his chest and squirming to get him as close to me as possible.

“You’re sure? You want me?”

I nodded eagerly, moaning as his lips barely brushed mine.

“How much?” he asked.

“I want all of you, Gage,” I whispered.

“All of me?” Before I could nod, he shoved his cock deep inside me. I sucked in a breath through my teeth as he hissed. “That’s all of me, Eliza. Want me to go slow on you? Want me to make love to you?”

I looked up at him quickly, swallowing the heavy brick in my throat. Make love to me? How was that even possible when we weren’t in love? My mind was boggled and soon Gage’s strokes deepened, causing all worries to fade. His lips crushed mine, a saltiness taking over my taste buds. It was me I tasted, along with his personal taste.

Gage’s forehead pressed on mine as he watched me, but I shut my eyes, wanting the feeling of him inside me to take over. His pace picked up as he gripped my hips, diving inside me, in and out, as my fingers bit into his skin. I groaned through my teeth as sweat built up between us and he lowered his head to bury his face into the hollow of my neck. He sucked on me tenderly, licking my neck and then the lobe of my ear, sending wave after wave of moisture to course through me and melt between my legs. I shuddered a dozen times, clenching around his thickness.