“I fuckin’ love your body,” he breathes against my ear.

I groan at the loss of contact when he moves away. But then, his face appears between my legs. Fuck.

“Have a seat, doll.”

Oh. Shit. That night in Lonnie’s kitchen months ago comes rushing back. I guess he was right. I can’t believe I’m going to sit on his face. Fuck. I lower myself to his lips and he curls his arms around my thighs. His tongue flicks out, sliding up and down my lips. My thighs tremble. Gradually, he increases pace and pressure, swirling all over. All the while, he’s staring up at me as if he’s in his most favorite place in the world. How could that be? This certainly can’t be comfortable for him. Oh, God. What if I suffocate him?

“Can you breathe?” I ask in a panic.

“Who needs to breathe?” His arms tighten around my thighs and he latches on to my clit.

“Fuck…Gage!”

Shockwaves spread through my body and I have to grab the headboard for support. The harder he sucks, the faster he swirls his tongue. My brain shuts down.

“Baby Jesus.”

His eyes twinkle up at me. He’s enjoying this – the fact that he can do this to me. Who knew anyone could do that with their tongue? It’s like a fucking hurricane going on down there. I grab a handful of his hair, unable to keep my eyes open.

“Dios…coño…Gage…mierda!”

He chuckles. What the hell is so funny? Despite that, he doesn’t miss a beat. He just makes himself more comfortable, sucking the very life out of me.

“Sí…ahí…right there!”

Feeling my orgasm approaching, I grab the headboard with both hands. I just know it’s going to destroy me. The sensation starts in my toes and works its way up my body. I shiver and my muscles contract. When it hits me, I scream. I scream like it’s bloody murder, my body convulsing. Mr. Hurricane Tongue just keeps going, lapping at my sensitive clit.

“Oh, please…no…please…”

He eases up, but just to blow lightly on my clit. His hands slide up my body and he pinches both nipples as he returns to flailing his tongue mercilessly. He’s trying to kill me. That’s it. Death by orgasm. Dios mío.

“Gage…”

Before I even realize what’s happening, I come again. My shuddering body falls forward, no longer able to stay upright. He finally slows down, applying gentle licks with the tip of his tongue.

“I could live down here,” he proclaims.

He slides out from beneath me and I collapse on the bed. I cannot move. I seriously don’t want to, either. I don’t have the will or energy. He flips me onto my back and spreads my legs wide. Oh, dear God.

“Gage, please…” Apparently, he thinks I’m begging for more because his tongue parts my lips. “No…”

“You sensitive, babe?”

He kisses my inner thighs, working his way up to my stomach. There’s a flutter in my belly as he swirls his tongue in my navel.

“No more…”

“No more? What about our deal?”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

He throws my leg over his shoulder and then he’s pushing his way inside me.

“Raven…”

The sound of his voice is my undoing. It’s like he’s come home. I open my eyes and see his are closed, his lips slightly parted. I place my palm to his cheek and his lids flutter open. Brilliant blue eyes stare into mine intensely.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

My back arches as he sinks deep, giving me all of him. I slide my hands around his neck as he begins to thrust into me slowly.

“I’m addicted to you, babe. A fuckin’ hopeless junkie.”

It hits me like a couple tons of bricks. Deep down, I think I already knew, but now I realize the true depth of what I feel for this man. I love him. I’m in love with him. Totally. Unequivocally. Forever. All I want is for him to feel the same.

“Quiero más de ti. Quiero que me ames.”

I clench my muscles around him. He grunts and works his hips faster, pumping into me.

“Fuck. What? What do you want, baby doll? Anything.”

In this moment, I think he’ll promise me the world if I ask for it. But I don’t need the world. I need him.

“Quiero…quiero…”

“Tell me,” he urges.

He expects me to get out a coherent sentence when he’s slamming into me, pounding on a spot that’s driving me crazy? He pulls back and pushes in, circling his hips. He was right; I can and am going to come again. Changing the angle, his pelvis rubs against my clit. I bite into my lip and claw at his back.

“What do you want, Raven?”

“You!” I shout as I come. “I want you!”

He groans, throws my other leg over his shoulder, and thrusts harder, faster. I can’t really move with the position I’m in or with him pinning me to the bed with his hips, so I do the only thing I can. I grip him with my muscles as hard as possible. He wants tight, I’ll give him tight.

“Mother…fuck…Raven!” His face contorts as he throws his head back and buries himself to the hilt. “Fuck…me,” he groans.

He places my legs back on the bed and collapses on top of me, breathing raggedly.

“I thought that’s what I just did.”

He raises his head and smiles crookedly at me. “Yeah. You sure did.”

He presses his lips to mine, gently exploring with his tongue. The kiss gets deeper and he reaches up, palming my breast. I feel him getting hard again inside me and push at his chest.

“I need a break.”

He chuckles and pulls out of me, cradling me in his arms once he’s settled next to me. I lay my head on his chest and throw my arm and leg over him. With everything in me, I want to tell him I love him, but I bite my tongue.

“You remember when you told me you hadn’t done that in a while?” I ask instead.

“Eat pussy?”

God, he’s gross. I roll my eyes in annoyance. “Yes, that. Why?”

“Can’t do that with just any and everybody, doll.”

“Oh.”

“I remember seeing this stand-up comedian once and he said, ‘ain’t nothing wrong with going downtown, just make sure it’s your city’.”

I look up at him, eyes wide. “So I’m your city?”

“City? Baby doll, you’re my world.”

CHAPTER 17

***Gage***

I throw a lackluster punch at the bag. I’m not in the mood, but I was bored. Why would I want to beat the shit out of anything after the events of the last two days? The only reason I’m not inside her right now is because she left with Chrissy to go shopping. She said she needed a break but fuck…I need her.

E walks in and drops down on the bed. “Get into a fight with a cat?” he asks, motioning to my back.

I grin at him and waggle my brows suggestively. “Yeah…a pretty little kitty.”

“Anyone I know?”

I stop punching and turn to him. “Who do you think?”

“You mean…Raven?”

“Yup.”

“Shit.” He chuckles. “No wonder you have that stupid grin on your face.”

“I can’t even begin to describe it, brother.”

“I bet. But at least it means she’s finally moving on. Is she okay?”

“She’s great. Slept through the night, too. No nightmares…nothing.”

“And during? She didn’t freak out or anything?”

I hug the bag and give him my full attention. “E…she was amazing.”

“Yeah, love will do that to you.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Love. L-o-v-e. You may have heard of the concept.”

“You think she loves me?”

“I know she does.”

She loves me? No. That’s not possible. I know she cares about me and she wants me, but that’s a far cry from being in love. I’m not the type of guy women fall in love with. E must have hit his head or something.

“But I wasn’t talking about her, you dumbass.”

“What?” I stare at E in confusion.

“You. I’m talking about you. You love her.”

“E –”

“You care about her. You’d do anything for her. You haven’t even looked at another woman pretty much since you met her. You can’t stop thinking about her, and I bet you were just punching on that bag to pass the time until she comes back. Dude…you’re in love. Accept it.”