With both her hands free now, she grabbed his lower back and yanked him closer. His hips pushed against her thighs until the dull pain of forming bruises stung her skin. She wanted more. She loved the ache—the promise of wild still to come.
He held her tightly, but she moved however she could. Rocking against his hard-on, brushing her face against his stubble, running her hands through his hair, anything to get that zing of contact. It’d been so long since she felt him—she was about to explode. In a few seconds, she’d get off with little more than a skillfully placed grind.
“You show up, no panties, no bra, and you know what happens?” He sucked on her sensitive peak.
“I hope you fucking me happens, because I can’t wait.”
She spurred her heel against his ass again, begging for more. Calling out the dominant side she loved so much. And he rose to the request.
“No waiting for you, sweetheart,” he rasped. He yanked her off the wall and pressed her stomach-first onto the ground, facing the balcony ledge. Gage gathered her wrists and held them firmly against the small of her back.
She wiggled to test his strength—he was unbendable. Her tank top was pulled up to her neck, and the cold wood floor pressing against her bare breasts sent shivers down her spine. A cool draft hit the exposed cleft of her ass.
He had her pinned. Laid out flat and pinned.
“You see them all down there? How many of those people do you know?” he whispered in her ear.
She lifted the side of her face off the floor enough to glance down over the ledge. It was impossible to move much, but she wiggled anyway, daring him to tighten his hold. Like a boa constrictor delivering little pulses of strength as he slowly stole her struggle. Wetness flashed between her legs and sensitized her skin another degree.
Though she was mostly in the shadows, her head was in a strip of light. If someone were to look up, they’d see her face as she looked down at them. Would they see Gage’s glowing dark eyes behind her? She could imagine the sight. Only her face hinted at what was being done to her body in the dark.
“Everyone,” she whispered. “I know everyone in the bar.”
And she did. Beaufort was a small town, and she’d grown up there. Her own mother had lived in this very house before she’d transformed it into a restaurant and bar. It was the only home Chloe had ever known. Where she and her mom had waited all those years for her dad to come back.
Chloe struggled harder, pushing the memories out of her mind. She just wanted to forget and feel.
“Little fiery tonight.” He hiked her skirt up and held her firmly against the floor with her legs spread. “If one of those friends of yours looked up here, what do you think they’d see?”
With one hand still grabbing her wrists, the other palmed her ass hard. She gasped and smiled. Gage liked her mouth and spirit in more ways than one. It was time to test him. Challenge him.
“They’d probably see you taking your sweet-ass time fondling me instead of fucking me hard like you should—”
Slap—his hand came across her bare ass, and she moaned. This was what she wanted. The intense, rough man she got to scratch and claw at while he spanked back.
Gage chuckled. “You really want to push me tonight?”
“I’m starting to wonder if you’ve lost your touch, city boy.”
He growled. She smiled at the clink of his belt loosening and the crackle of a ripping condom wrapper.
“Why don’t you tell me if I’ve lost my touch?” He rubbed the head of his cock against her wet folds, teasing her, tempting her—and then he thrust deep inside.
She gasped and rocked forward. Her body flush against the ground and spread wide, he withdrew and then slammed back inside her.
“I don’t hear you saying anything now, sweetheart. Lost your nerve? Or are you trying to be quiet so no one hears you moan for me and sees you getting fucked hard”—he pulled out and thrust again—“the way you like it.”
“I do. So much,” she whispered. She was completely immobile. Gage still had her wrists trapped with one hand, and he wrapped his free hand around her middle and lay completely on top of her. She was at his mercy and surrounded by his strength. And she loved it.
“I know.” He pumped again, deeper, and she stifled a scream. He hit her perfectly, every damn time. “You’re wet and I didn’t even get my hands or tongue on this tight *.” He pistoned in and out, snaked his arm around her further, and locked his leg around hers.
She tilted her head back and leaned into him so she could run her teeth along his jaw. When he slammed into her again, she bit down.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned. His breath washed over her lips. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought of you?” He thrust harder. “Thought of being right here?” Faster.