He scraped his jean-clad knee along the insides of her spread thighs. Even with the barrier of their clothes, her heat surrounded him.
“I’ve been chasing you for a while.” He pushed her skirt up, grabbed the back of her thighs, and lifted her. She wrapped those long legs around him, and damn it felt good. Gage glanced down. She wasn’t wearing panties. He smiled and whispered against her lips, “And it looks like you missed me too, Chloe.”
“I have,” she breathed. “But I like making you work for it.”
Yeah, he liked working for it, too. These little games they played never got old. Whenever he was back in town, they pretended it was their first time. Though the stretch before they gave in to each other had dwindled down to minutes.
He couldn’t wait any longer. He had her in his arms, and it was time he properly reacquainted himself with her body.
Chloe clutched Gage. Ever since their first encounter two years ago, her life had been one wild, sex-crazed weekend at a time.
The perfect thing about Gage was he was as allergic to commitment as she was. Their sporadic rendezvous a few times a year was the kind of setup she could handle. She could commit to her life, the town she loved, and the people in it. But a man? She’d seen what her mother went through with her father. She’d loved him until the day she died, even after he’d left both of them years ago.
Chloe had tried dating men once she’d gone out on her own, and they’d all shown her the same thing. None of them had any staying power—at least not for her.
No, never commit to a man. She’d never become so attached to someone that she’d pine for them long after they were gone. Which was why Gage was so perfect.
He was a one weekend at a time kind of guy, and they had clear expectations. Sure, he was the only man she’d been with since she met him two years ago, but it didn’t mean anything. He was just so good at what he did to her that she didn’t need anyone else until he came back around again. She would never wait for him.
He was back in town, and now it was time for a fix. Simple.
Gage was strong, confident, and sexy as sin. He took her over and made her feel more than passion, more than heat, more than anything she could explain. He let her be strong while making her beg. Never in all the blissful weekends they’d spent together did he take it easy on her. She loved his dark and rough side, and he delivered every time.
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 tongue 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.”