Last Call (27 page)

"I'm what?" he asked. Stopping and looking back at me, his eyes narrowed in on my face.

"‘Foolish Games’," I called out.

Astonishment crossed his face and he retorted, "What the hell are you talking about?"

My radio had been set to a nineties station all week, and the song leapt into my mind without warning so I decided to run with it. "You love placing songs with people, right? Well then, ‘Foolish Games’ by Jewel." He cocked his head like he was trying to understand me. A flash of irrational anger hit me abruptly and I yanked the key out of the ignition and kicked my door open. "That's my song for you. ‘Foolish Games’. The lyrics, Gage - these foolish games are tearing me apart. The push and pull we have going on…it's killing me." Slamming the door, I turned to face him.

It took him three strides to reach me, his face a mask of agitation. "Are you saying you think I'm playing games?" he growled. He came so close to me that my back was pressed against the car door and I dropped my keys.

"No," I shook my head adamantly. "I don't think you're playing games with me. Damn," I barked, running my hands through my hair. "Evidently I'm not as good at your song game as you are."

A charming smile cracked his angry façade. "Don't be afraid to say what you really mean, Savannah."

I drew in a deep breath and pinned my gaze on his as I purposefully and clearly spoke the words I knew he was waiting for. "I'm begging you now."

Those words washed all anger from his features. He stepped back and held his hand out. "Come with me." I complied immediately and he leaned down, picked up my car keys and pulled me in his wake.

"Where are we going?"

"Shhh." He squeezed my hand and pulled his keys from his pocket. The setup of his building was like a hotel, and we entered into a lobby before then stepping into an elevator. Gage pressed the button for the ninth floor and stood holding my hand, but faced toward the doors the entire time. His thumb rubbed my palm as the elevator chimed each floor we passed.

When we came to his floor, we walked down the long hallway to the last door. Letting go of me for a moment, he slid his key in and pushed the door open. Then he swept his arm out imperiously, indicating I should step in.

I walked into the room and looked around the dimly lit space. It was a large studio condo with a king-sized bed in one corner and a sofa with a coffee table and entertainment area in the other. It was simply decorated, and I got the feeling he hadn't been living there very long. I heard him drop my keys onto the glass table by the door and turned to face him.

"Okay," he finally spoke. "Can you repeat those last four words?"

His face was dead serious and I grinned when I repeated myself. "I'm begging you now."

He closed the distance between us before I could even think about blinking. His hands captured my face and pulled me to within an inch of his own. His fingers splayed down my jaw and over my cheeks.

"What do you want?" he asked; his voice low, his accent thick.

Grasping the severity of the moment, I used his own words back at him. "I want the earth to stop spinning. I want you to ki…."

His lips crashing down onto mine interrupted me. My senses began to spin as I tasted the beer on his lips, and I clutched his shirt and held on for dear life. Our lips mingled together, causing every nerve ending in my body to flare to life. Warmth spread through me as his lips played with mine. My body craved what Gage was offering, while my mind swam with the knowledge that this was just a simple kiss and I was already sinking.

Gage ran his hands possessively over my back and down the curve of my spine, pinning my hips to his body while his mouth continued to slant over mine. He flicked his tongue across my bottom lip and then traced the top, keeping his promise to linger over every inch of my lips.

I waited while he teased and played with my lips with his tongue and then his teeth. It took all the control I could muster to keep from giving him more access to my mouth. He was taking his time, and I was delighted to let him linger.

"God, you taste like chocolate and mints," he murmured. "Do you know how difficult it’s been to wait for you?"

Words refused to come so I did what my body wanted. I kissed him lightly, and then ran my fingers up his shoulders and into his hair. I put pressure on his neck; pulling him tighter to my mouth and flicking his lips with my tongue. He chuckled and kissed me back, allowing me full access to his mouth.
Finally
.

All thoughts left me as we continued to devour each other. His fingers held me firmly in place and tangled in my hair. The more he kissed me, the more I wanted
more
. Slowly I began to walk, leading him towards his bed where we fell together, wrapped up in the soul devouring kiss.

Saturday - May 11, 2013

Sweet Nothings

We lay side by side and kissed like teenagers on a first date. When Gage was done with me, there wasn't an inch of my mouth and lips he hadn't explored. He left them deliciously numb and swollen.

The air left my lungs in little pants. He lifted himself up and over me, allowing us both a moment to catch our breath as he kissed the tip of my nose and pulled me up into a sitting position.

His condo was dark with the exception of the moon shining into the room from the balcony doors. His face was wrapped in shadows but for one sliver of moonlight. He looked into my face in the shadows and spoke tenderly, "Stay with me tonight?"

I hesitated for a moment. My desire was running rampant right then, but I didn't want to screw things up with Gage. The hesitation must have shown in my face, because he leaned in and kissed me softly before assuring me of his intentions.

"No strings attached, Savannah. We can do nothing for the rest of the night if you don't want to. I just want to kiss you and hold you close to me. I want to see your beautiful face when you wake in the morning, and I want to start my day with your smile, instead of just your voice."

A squeak escaped me and I leaned into his body and kissed him happily. I kicked off my shoes and crawled backwards to the middle of the bed where I waited for him. I watched as he leaned down and removed his shoes, and when he turned and faced me, the primal need in his face almost sent me running to the door.

The bed sank down as Gage crawled to my side. He lay beside me, facing me, and propped his head in his hand. Moving his free hand up to trace my jaw line, I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. He inched closer to me, my left side sinking into a crater from the weight of both our bodies.

His warm lips came down on my cheek and slowly moved over my jaw and chin until he found my lips again. His body leaned over mine; his weight pressing into my chest. My hands found their way around his back and gently tugged at his shirt before running over his back and shoulders.

When our breathing became labored again, Gage pulled back. Taking a moment, he slowly rolled fully on top of me. His legs slid between mine and he pulled back, sitting up a little, between my legs. Leaning with his hands on either side of my head, he bent down, nudged my chin with his nose and lips, and then kissed a soft wet trail down my neck to the skin exposed by the vee in the neckline of my shirt.

I felt his tongue making light swirls and desire ripped through me like a wild child at a party. I lifted my legs and wrapped them snugly around Gage's waist, using them to pull him back into a sitting position so I could sit up as well. His eyes searched my face silently for a moment in question.

Sitting up, I brought his face to mine and licked at his lips, eliciting a half-growl, half-laugh from him before I sat back and without thinking, swept my arms down and yanked my shirt over my head.

His fingertips dug into my hips. "Savannah…"

"Shhh," I whispered softly. "Touch me." I wanted to feel his hands and mouth on my skin.

Leaning back onto my elbows, I held my breath while Gage stared down at me with hungry eyes. He leaned forward, his hand slowly coming up to caress my cheek. He then proceeded to run his fingers down to the base of my neck where he splayed his hand wide.

The heat from his skin was electric. As he gently massaged my collar bone from one side to the other, little jolts of desire shot through me. He made his way down my sternum, gliding between my breasts and then tickling my stomach until he reached my belly button.

"This is way better in person," I sighed. Gage laughed as he continued to touch me.

His fingers circled around my stomach and then he walked his way playfully down until he reached the waistband of my shorts. For a moment he stayed there, his hand hovering over my pants like he was deciding what to do. I took matters into my own hands at his indecision and pulled back up; reaching for his shirt.

Our eyes met as I unfastened each little button on his dress shirt. As each one came free, a new level of yearning awakened. Peeling his shirt from his shoulders was sensual. His t-shirt underneath was still hiding his skin from me, but my body was doing crazy things at the thought of undressing him.

My hands went under his shirt and I pressed my palms to his sides, sliding the shirt off as I moved up his abs and chest. Gage raised his arms, allowing me to slip the shirt off, and soon I was staring at the sexiest male chest ever seen in the history of sexy male chests.

His shoulders were broad and more muscular than I’d realized. His tantalizing abs sat there teasing me to take a taste. I wanted nothing more than to feel his soft, golden skin against mine. My head was beginning to fill with all of the dirty things I wanted to do with him and to him.

Suddenly I was mad with wanton feelings running through me.

"Remember when I told you I wanted to feel your skin on mine?" I groaned. I reached around his back and pulled him down to me, and we both sighed softly when our hot skin touched.

His body covering mine, his lips searched for and found mine. Our hands began to explore the plains and valleys of each other’s body. Our legs twined together and we kissed for an eternity. When at last his mouth left mine I felt abandoned, and cried out for more. Then when his lips began their journey down my neck and across my collarbone, I ceased to think at all.

My neck rolled back and I arched my back as his hot mouth pressed a kiss to the top of one breast, followed by the other. I released a moan of frustration as he pulled up short of removing the protective barrier of my bra. Rolling me on top of him, he pressed my cheek to his bare chest. I took a deep breath, concentrating my lungs on bringing in his spicy scent. We lay together, his heart beating frantically under my cheek.

"We should slow down," he finally rasped out.

I didn't answer. I moved my head slightly to kiss his chest and remained where I was. One of my hands was above my head cupping his face and neck, and the other was lightly stroking up and down his rib cage. My fingers couldn’t seem to stop touching his smooth skin.

"Savannah?"

Almost reluctantly I answered. "Hmmm?"

He pressed his hand to my lower back and kissed the top of my head while he whispered, "There’s nothing I’d like more than to strip you down and kiss every inch of your body right now, but I don't think it would be wise."

At his confession, I pressed up on his chest so we were face-to-face.

"That sounds like a plan to me," I teased with a seductive smile.

"I don't want to rush things," he chastised me, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Look, we could have sex right now and I damn well know it would be amazing, but…"

"But what?"

"But I've done that before. Savannah - what we’re starting to have, what I feel when I'm with you - it's too perfect to screw up."

Propped up on his chest, I stared intently into his eyes as he spoke. Those words worked better than any aphrodisiac ever could. If his goal was to cool us down, he’d made a huge tactical error.

I leaned up and kissed him thoroughly.

"I guess you're not mad then?" he asked when we pulled apart again.

"Gage, you are too perfect to be
real
. I don't know how I got so lucky to have you enter into my life, but I don't want to screw this up either."

"Good," he agreed, hugging me tightly. "I would like to hear you whimper a little more, though." He covered my mouth and began to kiss me; our mouths and tongues moving suggestively together for hours.

A shaft of mellow sunlight filtered into the room and warmed my face the following morning. In a sleep induced haze, I tried to pull a pillow over my face and met with resistance. Opening one eye slightly, I came face to face with a gorgeous Australian, and the previous night came flashing back to me.

"Morning," he muttered sleepily, and tucked me against his warm side.

I wrapped my hand over his stomach and sighed with contentment. "Morning."

"This is exactly what I wanted. Seeing your sleepy face and hearing you breathing next to me all night is way better than a morning call."

"What time is it?" I groaned. The light hitting my face forcefully declared it was morning, but my body protested getting up yet after such a late, and draining, night.

"It's only eight-thirty, sweetheart. Go back to sleep for a few more hours."