Chapter 29

Gage

Kendall was gonna regret saying that, I thought, even as I wished she wouldn’t. She let this dog off his chain, and I went lunging forward, my mouth, my hands on her, tearing at her clothes, needing to get in. To touch her, feel her filling my hands, then my mouth. But first this.

I kissed her so much more slowly now, wanting to brand the shape of her mouth on mine. But then she parted her lips, and I was inside. Slick, warm, and tasting as sweet as I knew she would, my tongue tangled with hers. That sensual slide had me shifting against her, picking her up and pinning her to the wall, my hips shoved between her thighs, the friction driving me out of my mind. When I slapped my hand down on the tap, the rush of cold water took us both by surprise. We jerked back, spluttering, then laughed as we shivered at the cold. I went to turn it off, but she shook her head, reaching behind to tweak the water temperature until it became a little more bearable. It was her sly smile that had me surging forward again, to feel her body wedge between the wall and me. I loved the way her butt and her hips gave under my fingers, a softness I wanted to bury myself in as I nudged at her lips.

Kiss me, was the unconscious demand and just like any challenge, Kendall rose to it admirably. Her teeth raked across my bottom lip, and I liked that nip of pain a whole lot. It eased the one inside my heart, made the throb more bearable, but I took over pretty damn quickly. More kisses, more tongue, more of her taste, more of her, I thought I mumbled something to that effect, which had her pulling away.

“More?” Her eyes danced as she asked the question and that had me growling. “Well, if you want more…”

“You know I do,” came my sharp retort, but any further response died in my throat as she struggled to get her shirt up and over her head. I took over. I’d do it any time she wanted to strip off going forward. I wanted to tell her that, but instead focussed on working it up and over her head. Because when it was tossed to the floor with a splat, my mouth went dry at the sight of her.

She was beautiful. Did she know how much? Undoubtedly no, because otherwise she’d just walk around topless and have the lot of us panting after her. Not just because her luscious tits threatened to spill free from the cups of her bra, nor the curves I longed to trace with my tongue. But because she was Kendall. It felt like fate, the moment I touched her, her skin so soft and plush. A traitorous thought reverberated through my head.

Mine.

I was staking my claim as I traced the line of her neck, watching her shiver as my fingertips skated across sensitive skin, then moved lower, across her collarbone, and then to the swell of her breast. My eyes flicked up, seeking permission and confirmation that she was on board with this, just in time to watch her lips part. A look of shock, of wonder, crossed her face as I eased the strap down.

“Kendall…”

I wanted to offer her one last out, to tell me to stop, that she didn’t want me or this, but the selfish part of me wouldn’t be denied. Maybe this was the start of something, or maybe it was the end, but I couldn’t think of that as I pushed the cup away. Her breast, her nipple bounced free, pulled tight and waiting for me.

All I could do was answer.

Fuck, my finger traced the shape of that little nub, her skin like the softest of satin, and her hand went to the back of my head as I lunged forward.

She filled my mouth, resolving an ache I hadn’t even noticed until it was gone, my tongue flicking across her nipple and going back for more when she let out a throaty moan. Water was pounding down on both of us, but my heart felt like it was beating way harder and faster, deafening me to everything but her. Her moan, the slight buck of her hips, then when she found my cock trapped in my pants, the way her body undulated against it. I sucked harder, torturing her nipple, because then I was rewarded by more sounds.

Gasps, moans, little hisses, over and over until I was forced to pull free. Honey and some other shit dripped from me onto her, but before this was done, I’d be smearing something else across her skin. My cum, that’s what I wanted, marking every inch of her. Before that though was this, unclasping her bra and freeing her other breast, then pulling that little nipple to hardness with my tongue before I started to move lower.

“Gage…”

I didn’t want to hear it, not when I knelt at her feet, my clothes and boots getting wetter by the second.

“Gage…”

That was what I wanted her to call out, loud enough to fill the whole house, to announce to the street what we were doing. That I was claiming my girl and finally making her mine. But right now my hands went to her belt, starting to work her pants down.

“Gage, you need to get cleaned up.” She shot me a sheepish smile as I stopped where I was. “You’re still a freaking mess and you’re getting mustard in your eye.”

“I don’t care.” I couldn’t pretend for shit, but any ability I did have evaporated right now. My heart and soul were completely exposed, throbbing like a cut nerve. “I don’t give a fuck. You don’t have to do a thing, not even touch me, but Kendall.” My hands wrapped around her pants’ waistband in question. “Let me do this for you. Let me kneel before you and worship you. I don’t need you to do a fucking thing for me, but let me do this for you.”

“And why would I do that?” My heart went to my throat as she stepped closer, letting her fingers trail through the mess of my hair. “You think you’re the only one that was trying to hide how much you wanted to touch me? How about you, parading your heavage around all the time.”

“Heavage?” I asked, right as she gestured to my chest.

“Muscles on muscles and tattoos as well. You know that shit is girl kryptonite, right?” She hauled me back up to my feet. “How about we play a different kids’ game? You show me yours.” Her eyes slid down my body. “All of yours, and I’ll show you mine.”

“And then what?”

I couldn’t stop myself from growling that out, but she just smiled.

“Then we’ll find out what we always could’ve been doing if you weren’t such a dick.”