Tell Me You Need Me (Search and Seduce 1)

“Ah! Yes.”

“Better, ma’am?” he asked, playing back right along. “I need to make sure you’re really okay.”

“I appreciate your thoroughness,” she breathed. He was so good that she was getting off being felt up. And she didn’t give a damn. His hands were magic, and her body was calling out for them.

She couldn’t wait. Couldn’t hold out anymore. She reached down and gripped his belt.

“How long until they find me?”

“Depends on how good they are, but I took us out a little farther than originally planned, so at least an hour or two.”

She looked him over. Her entire body was humming with the need to touch him. Grab on to his strength and revel in it. He was exactly Chloe’s type: strong and badass with a heap of attitude and panty-melting swagger. Everything about Gage made her want to give in to the dark need boiling low in her gut.

Time to see how polished her persuasion talents were.

She arched her back even more, pushing her chest into his palms. “What are you going to do with me for a whole hour? In the woods? Alone?” She traced her finger along the fly of his pants.

He slowed, stepped back, and set his pack down. Her heart sank—the connection was gone.

“I thought we could talk.”

She groaned and rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”

Gage nodded. He’d lured her out there looking way too hot for his own good, but he was still trying to “get to know her better.” This game was becoming a problem—why wouldn’t he give in already?

She crossed her arms. “What do I get?”

“What do you want?”

“You.”

He smiled. “I want you too, sweetheart.”

“Then stop being a brat.” She tugged the hem of his shirt. “Can’t we do what we always do? Don’t you like it? Miss it?”

He cupped the side of her face with one hand and dug his fingers into her hair with the other, then pulled her close until his hard cock pressed against her stomach. “More than you can imagine.”

“Then stop with this romance and dating nonsense and just…” She moved to her tiptoes and nipped his bottom lip. “Take me.”

“I want more of you,” he growled against her mouth.

She closed her eyes for a moment. This was backfiring fast. He was supposed to lose his resolve. Instead it was her body screaming—no, begging for him. Like an addict hit with a bad withdrawal, she was struggling not to give him everything he wanted for one touch.

Get your shit together.

They’d worked out an “even exchange” system the other night. Maybe she could do that again. A little bit for a little bit. Give her body a hit of what she needed so desperately without giving up everything Gage had asked for.

It was worth a shot. Because she was ready to unravel at the seams.

“Fine,” she said. “Five minutes of talking, but you have to do it shirtless.”

He leaned back. “Seriously?”

“Yep.”

She hadn’t gotten to really see him in the last few days, and she was dying to stare at him like the eye candy he was. Plus, the more undressed he was, the easier it was to touch him. Maybe take a few licks.

He tugged on his shirt and yanked if off, then tossed it on top of the pack by his feet.