Tell Me You Need Me (Search and Seduce 1)

She needed another taste to last her until next time he blew into town. That was all.

“You dressed for me,” he whispered against her mouth. “I like it.” Truth was, normally she was a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl. But when Gage came around, she often spent an hour tearing through her closet thinking of the perfect outfit. But he didn’t need to know that.

“I didn’t dress up, just figured this was easy access. It’s all about logistics, after all.”

“Uh-huh.” He grinned, gripped her thigh harder, and bit her neck. She wove her fingers into his hair and sighed as he nibbled on her skin.

“So it’s all about the sex?” he asked.

She nodded. “Well, yeah.”

He scoffed and ran his lips along her collarbone. She tugged tightly on his hair—he grabbed her arm in a flash and pinned it to her side.

“Getting wild already, sweetheart?” he growled against her breasts, then bit her tank top.

Her breath hitched in her throat. “Maybe.” She scraped her heel against his ass like a spur. He pushed her harder into the wall and cupped her throat with his free hand.

This was what she wanted. The kind of fix only he could give. He took away her need for control and gave her the freedom to simply feel. Let her experience nothing but pleasure. All of her stress and sadness vanished for a night at a time whenever Gage was around. She got out her aggression—and he got her off in a way she’d never experienced with another.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked getting tossed around a bit.” He gently squeezed her neck. Not enough to hurt, but the calluses on his palms scratched the sensitive column of her throat when she swallowed.

“You know I do,” she said. “And you like giving it rough as much as I like taking it.” She lifted her chin, looking deeply into the dark pools of his eyes. “Good line in there by the way,” she said and crushed her mouth against his. He plunged his tongu

e inside and kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in four months—which he hadn’t. She loved the urgency and lust behind his every move.

“I meant every word,” he said between heavy breaths. “You bit your lip and I thought I’d toss you on the counter and fuck you right there.”

She moaned—God, how she wanted him to have her right now.

“You know what that does to me.” He yanked down her tank top and latched onto a nipple. “I’ll play your little games, but you took it too far. I could barely stay in my seat.”

With both her hands free now, she grabbed his lower back and yanked him closer. His hips pushed against her thighs until the dull pain of forming bruises stung her skin. She wanted more. She loved the ache—the promise of wild still to come.

He held her tightly, but she moved however she could. Rocking against his hard-on, brushing her face against his stubble, running her hands through his hair, anything to get that zing of contact. It’d been so long since she felt him—she was about to explode. In a few seconds, she’d get off with little more than a skillfully placed grind.

“You show up, no panties, no bra, and you know what happens?” He sucked on her sensitive peak.

“I hope you fucking me happens, because I can’t wait.”

She spurred her heel against his ass again, begging for more. Calling out the dominant side she loved so much. And he rose to the request.

“No waiting for you, sweetheart,” he rasped. He yanked her off the wall and pressed her stomach-first onto the ground, facing the balcony ledge. Gage gathered her wrists and held them firmly against the small of her back.

She wiggled to test his strength—he was unbendable. Her tank top was pulled up to her neck, and the cold wood floor pressing against her bare breasts sent shivers down her spine. A cool draft hit the exposed cleft of her ass.

He had her pinned. Laid out flat and pinned.

“You see them all down there? How many of those people do you know?” he whispered in her ear.

She lifted the side of her face off the floor enough to glance down over the ledge. It was impossible to move much, but she wiggled anyway, daring him to tighten his hold. Like a boa constrictor delivering little pulses of strength as he slowly stole her struggle. Wetness flashed between her legs and sensitized her skin another degree.

Though she was mostly in the shadows, her head was in a strip of light. If someone were to look up, they’d see her face as she looked down at them. Would they see Gage’s glowing dark eyes behind her? She could imagine the sight. Only her face hinted at what was being done to her body in the dark.

“Everyone,” she whispered. “I know everyone in the bar.”

And she did. Beaufort was a small town, and she’d grown up there. Her own mother had lived in this very house before she’d transformed it into a restaurant and bar. It was the only home Chloe had ever known. Where she and her mom had waited all those years for her dad to come back.

Chloe struggled harder, pushing the memories out of her mind. She just wanted to forget and feel.