“Upstairs.” Smiling impishly, she moved toward the doorway. “Coming?”
The predatory gleam in his eyes sparked a flurry of shivers. He followed her to the hall, his muscular frame towering over her. The man radiated pure power and potent masculinity, and the bruise on his face only added to the dangerous vibes he was emitting.
They didn’t speak as they climbed the stairs. Skyler felt his breath tickling the nape of her neck, but he didn’t touch her, not even when they entered her bedroom. Though they were alone in the house, she still closed the door out of habit, and then sank down on the edge of the mattress.
Gage didn’t join her. He lingered at the foot of the bed, his smoky eyes containing a hint of hesitation, as if he was waiting for her to direct him.
“Take off your clothes,” she told him.
The corners of his mouth crinkled in a smile. “You really want to see me naked, huh?”
“I’m dying to.” She flashed him her sweetest look. “Pretty please?”
She half expected him to make her beg—he seemed to enjoy doing that—but before she could blink, he pulled his hoodie right over his head. That left him in a wifebeater and jeans, though it didn’t take long for those to disappear too, right along with his sneakers, socks, and boxers.
Her jaw dropped as sleek golden skin and sculpted muscles assaulted her vision. His body was incredible, long limbs and hard sinew and not a single ounce of fat anywhere on him. Her gaze lowered to his cock, which jutted out enticingly, so long and thick it made her heart pound, the loud drumming drowning out the sound of the TV.
“You shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes,” she sputtered. “I’m serious. There needs to be a law against it.”
He chuckled. “You’re liable to give me an ego.”
“You’re liable to make me come just from looking at you.”
“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, baby.” His hand drifted down his chest, palm splaying over his rippled abs, perilously close to his cock. “Now what? You want me to stand here naked? Put on a show for you?”
A strangled sound escaped her lips.
“Oh yeah. You like that idea.” Smirking, he curled his large fist around his erection and gave it a slow pump.
Heat suffused Skyler’s body. God, was this actually happening? Was she seriously watching the sexiest man in the world touch himself in front of her?
Yep, she was, because no way did she have the kind of dirty imagination required to make something like this up.
Her gaze followed the erotic movement of his hand, noting the way he squeezed the head of his cock on each upward stroke, the rough grip he kept around his shaft.
“Can I…” Her throat bobbed in a desperate swallow, mouth so dry it was like talking through a wad of sand. “Can I suck your cock?”
A groan ripped out of his throat.
“Is that a yes?”
“C’mere,” he growled.
She slid off the bed and scrambled to her knees in front of him. Her mouth wasn’t dry anymore. It had filled with moisture, lips tingling with anticipation as she rested both hands on his muscular thighs. The wiry hairs there tickled her palms, and his erection seemed to thicken right before her eyes, a pearly drop forming at the tip.
Shivering, she leaned in and swiped her tongue over his engorged head.
His whole body shuddered from the tiny, barely there lick. “I don’t deserve this,” he mumbled.
Her brow furrowed as she looked up at him. “What do you mean?”
“An hour ago I was beating the crap out of some guy, and now the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met is on her knees about to suck me off. It doesn’t seem right.”
“Stop being so melodramatic,” she chided.
“Skyler—”
She didn’t let him finish. She simply took his cock in her mouth and sucked all the way down to the root.
Gage jerked as if he’d been shot. “Oh fuck. Oh hell. That feels so good.”
Laughing, she released him with a pop, then explored his shaft with her tongue, licking and tasting and memorizing every inch of him. Her lazy exploration drew tortured noises from him, so she began alternating between soft licks followed by tight suction, until his hands tangled in her hair and his hips moved in a restless rhythm.
“You were right,” he choked out. “This is even better than your hand job.”
She smiled, then swiped her tongue around his head in teasing circles. The floor beneath her knees was cold, but she barely noticed because flames had engulfed her body and turned her into a hot mess. Her nipples tightened painfully, sex tingling as pressure coiled inside her. She loved the taste of him, the way his cock throbbed against her tongue and filled her mouth.