What She Wants (Cape May 1)

“Mmm, a very sexy sight, if you ask me.”

Summer’s face heated at the intensity of his words. She started to lift her foot when she realized he’d forgotten her panties. “Uh, Gage, I need my underwear.”

He looked up the length of her, slowly, attentively, before growling, “Uh-uh, those I’m keeping.”

She placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes. “A trophy?”

He tsked. “No, silly, a reminder. A delicate, fragrant reminder of the woman who took me to heaven.”

Summer didn’t say anything else as she offered him her foot.

Chapter Seven

What the fuck am I doing? A simple hot night of sex. That was all it was supposed to be. As Gage stood behind Summer, playing with the length of her hair while she fiddled with the lock on her door, he realized his simple night of sex had just turned into more.

She shifted around and her ass snagged his attention. Damn, he loved watching her move. Summer didn’t seem to realize her own sex appeal. Everything she did was sexy, alluring. He’d watched her as she sashayed down the hallway to her private quarters. His cock had lengthened at the pretty sight. He needed to be buried deep inside her cunt again.

Soon.

Summer pushed the door open and flipped on the light. Gage got his first glimpse inside Summer’s private haven. He wasn’t surprised in the least to find it decorated with a stylish sort of comfort. She seemed to like her comforts. Easy clothes, simple hairstyle.

A peach-and-beige-striped couch and matching love seat complemented the light pine coffee table and large entertainment cabinet. Cozy and uncluttered. He liked it.

“Do you want something to drink?”

Gage looked down at her. She had her hands clutched in front of her, as if nervous. Gage couldn’t help but think about her two years of celibacy. What did a woman do with two years of no sex?

He closed the small space separating them and cupped the back of her head. “I don’t want a drink, baby. I want you.”

Desire darkened her eyes. A light blush stole over her cheeks and it was so fuc

king adorable. He kissed her, just a tender peck. Anything more and he’d lose control, take her on the living room carpet. Gage entwined his fingers with hers, enjoying the feel of her silky skin engulfed by his large hands.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

She blinked as if trying to assimilate all that was happening, before pointing to a closed door. Gage dropped his hands from hers and moved behind her. He gripped her waist and nudged her forward. When her feet started to move, Gage let a grin escape. Summer didn’t stop until she reached the other room. Gage’s temperature spiked as he pictured Summer spread out on the king-sized sleigh bed, naked. The image wouldn’t leave his brain. His cock seemed to think the door would do just fine. He could slam into her nice and hard and fast. He’d drive his dick so deep inside her, neither of them would be able to walk afterward.

Gage forced himself to stay still. “Baby, look at me.” Her expressive eyes ate him up. “Are you excited?”

“Yes.”

Her eager voice tore a path clear to his soul. His hands went to her tank. As he revealed her magnificent tits, Gage stopped, unable to drag his attention away. Damn. “You have the sweetest body.” He took her nipple between his finger and thumb, then squeezed. She arched toward him, her palms flattening on his chest.

Gage stepped back, breaking the connection, and whispered, “Undress.”

Summer stood in the room, only a tiny table lamp beside her bed illuminating her body. She stared into his eyes and Gage stared right back, waiting for her to make the next move. When she stepped back and whipped off her shorts and let them drop to the floor, his muscles bunched. He skimmed out of his shirt and shorts in a matter of seconds.

“Turn around, Gage.”

The calmly issued demand took him by surprise. “Why?”

“I want to see your tattoo.”

Gage turned and gave her his back. When her fingers traced the dragon tat, he shuddered. “Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful. When did you get it?”

Gage tried to focus on her words, but it wasn’t easy, considering her talented fingers were stroking his skin as if she were a sculptor and he the clay to be molded. “A buddy of mine took me out drinking when I turned twenty-one. I woke with a hangover and the top half of a dragon etched into my skin. Took a few more visits to get the rest of it finished.”