12. Gage

Chapter 12

Gage

“T he last time we were in here I wanted to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked right on Ranger’s desk.” I drop that bombshell and wait for her to retreat, to turn the handle and escape into the hallway.

She licks her lips, making me want to taste them.

Maybe I wasn’t forward enough. She should be running by now. I indulge myself, palming her breast through the thin shirt. I can feel her peaked nipple through the fabric and it’s driving me crazy. Instead of retreating, she pushes her breast against my hand like she wants my touch as much as I want to give it to her.

When she doesn’t pull away, I move my leg to fit between the two of hers. Instead of squeezing them shut, she opens them wider.

“I’ve been coming in here all week and thinking and picturing all the ways I want to fuck you, Roxy.” I can hear the hitch in her breath. Maybe she’s too scared to run.

I pull her hair back, then lean in so I’m looking in her eyes. I don’t want there to be any doubt what I’m telling her. “Roxy, if you don’t want me, this is the time to leave. I’ll understand.”

She doesn’t make a move to leave, though. Her eyes are wide and filled with surprise, but I can see the desire in them. She wants this. By the way she’s taking little panting breaths, by the way her hips are rocking against my leg and the way her nipple is cutting into my hand, I know she wants this.

She shakes her head side to side and I start to release her. When she senses I’m letting her go, she grabs on to me, her legs clenching mine, her hands wrapped around the material of my T-shirt. “No. I want this, Gage. I want it with you.”

The words barely leave her mouth and I capture her lips with mine. One taste of her and I’m a goner. It seems so familiar, like we’ve done this before, but I know we haven’t. All I can think is this is what home feels like. I could spend eternity with her, right here like this.

The kiss is everything and only when I start to think about what I’m doing do I pull away from her. Well, I try to, but she’s holding on to me for dear life. “Not like this, Rox. I don’t want to take you against the door of Ranger’s office. You deserve more than this.”

I try to untangle myself from her arms, but she just holds on tighter. “No. You don’t get to make that decision, Gage. I want you, right here, right now. The only way you’re getting out of here is if you’ve changed your mind and you don’t want me.”

“Don’t want you? Honey, I could hammer nails right now with how hard I am for you. I want you. I want you more than I ever thought possible,” I tell her, running my hands up and down her arms, fighting the urge to rut against her and show her exactly how much I want her.

She smiles at me, one of those smiles that shows me how much she’s grown up now. She makes quick work of taking off her clothes, pulling at everything, hopping on one foot then the other. When she’s finally done, naked, standing before me, she smiles up at me. “Okay, if you want me, prove it.”

She challenges me, so the feisty woman is still in there, but I can sense a vulnerability to her. My gaze goes down her body. I’ve seen her plenty of times in low cut shirts, short shorts, but everything I’ve ever imagined has not done her justice. She’s breathtaking. Her large breasts are just at a palmful. Her hips and waist are curvy, and I can already smell her desire for me. I know I won’t have any problem proving to her how much I want her.

I reach out to touch her, but she stops me by grabbing on to my hand. “Uh, uh. I want you naked, Gage. I want to see you too.”

I smirk at her while I pull off my shirt. It no sooner falls from my hands than she’s all over me. Her hands roam my abdomen, my chest, and my shoulders.

I palm her breast with one hand and slide the other between her legs. I’m already hard and I need to have her. I need to claim her. She’s already wet for me, soaking my fingers as I stroke them through her swollen slit. I kiss her, crushing my mouth against hers while pushing my fingers deeply inside of her. My senses are on overload and I can’t get close enough to her. Her fingernails are clawing at my shoulders, but I don’t care. I stroke the bundle of nerves under her hood and almost instantly she’s thrusting her hips, riding my hand. When she comes, her eye are wide open, staring at me, almost like she doesn’t want to miss a thing.

She barely comes off her high and she’s jerking at the button on my pants. I help her undo them and slide them down my hips. I don’t even take the time to pull them all the way off before I have her up in my arms and I’m lining up at her core. When I get to her wet center, I stop, holding myself steady. Her heat and tightness about pulls me in, but I don’t care. This is too important. “The baby,” I grunt at her.

She looks at me with defiance and right away I know she thinks I’m asking her who the father is. My hands grip on to her tightly, hating the thought of her with someone else. Shaking my head, I ask her, “Is this okay? Will it hurt the baby?”

Her face softens and her hand curls around the nape of my neck. “No, he’ll be fine.”

The words barely come out of her mouth and I’m plunging inside of her. She’s hot, and her core clenches onto me. Her body tremors from her recent orgasm and already I know she’s spent. But I want her to come with me; I want to feel her coming all around me.

I lean her back against the wall and drive into her with slow, deep thrusts. The noises she makes tell me she’s already close again. When her eyes drift closed, I stop. “Look at me, Rox. I want your eyes on me, baby girl.”

Her eyes snap open at the endearment and she stares deep into my eyes. I swear there’s something in the corner of my mind, like I’ve been here before.