“The stars were aligned correctly that day. My horoscope was right-on the day I saw it. I couldn't live without it.”
Gage frowned, “You believe in that stuff? It holds no merit to anything. What does that kind of stuff do for you? What good does it do?”
“Here, please sit.” She pulled a barstool out at the kitchen counter. “You must be starved.”
She began taking plates down from the cupboard while she answered his questions. “Well I don't live my life exactly the way my horoscope reads but I do believe that our bodies are in tune with nature and therefore I believe Astrology holds some truth to matters. For example, now hear me out,” she warned as he began to speak, “imagine if at your job you knew someone based on their traits. Like Lisa, she is clearly a Libra. She is definitely a team player. She works well with others, right? She probably isn't manipulative or indecisive. She knows what she wants to get done and does it without conflict. If you knew that about people, dealing with them and getting what you want out of them, would make life much more simple. As with Lisa though, this is only what I've seen of her when she is dealing with my paperwork, mind you. But you would obviously know her better than I would.”
Gage had to interrupt, “These are fairly general traits though that you could use for anyone. So I'm still not buying it.”
“Then don't,” she shrugged her shoulders, “my only point was, life would be less complicated if we knew how to relate to a person based on their traits. I’m a Gemini. I abhor when people tell me what to do. Don't tell me what to do, ask me nicely. Then, I have no problem. Or better yet, make it seem like it's my idea and I’m all over it.”
She fixed their plates with salad, spaghetti and bread and butter – she had skipped the garlic - and sat next to him on the other bar stool.
“Dig in,” she eyed him seductively.
“What's my sign then?”
She swallowed down her bread. “Your sign? Hmm, you are stubborn. But you are definitely not as stubborn as an Aquarius. They will never budge. Ever. I think you are very resourceful, materialistic some-”
He cut her off. “Materialistic? How did you come up with that one? Dying to know.”
“Ah, you drive a Land Rover. And you don’t think I can’t tell those loafers you are wearing are Salvatore Ferragamo? Last season, but still expensive! It doesn't have to be negative. Look at my car and all the extravagant clothes I wear. So anyway, aside from a few other qualities, my guess is that you are a Taurus.
Gage burst out laughing. A full-on belly laugh. Why didn't he smile and laugh more often? He looked so amazing when he did. His laughter was contagious; she couldn't help but laugh with him.
“So what's the verdict? Am I right or am I wrong?”
“I'm not telling.”
“What? You have got to be kidding? After that entire conversation and now you’re not telling? Come on.”
“Nope. Not telling. This is an amazing dinner by the way. It's been a long time since I’ve had good marinara sauce. Did you make it from scratch?”
Pleased that he noticed she smiled, “I did. Thank you for the compliment. Here, you have sauce right there on your lip.”
He wiped his mouth, “Did I get it?”
“No, down a little.”
“There. How’s that?”
“Here,” she reached out and used her index finger to wipe away the sauce he kept missing. His five o’clock shadow prickled her finger. His skin was tough. Her breath caught in her throat as she imagined what it would be like to kiss him here. Just to kiss, slow and easy. Not devour him like she had in the past. Just a sweet kiss where her lips could enjoy the feel of every tiny hair on his face that was beginning to sprout. With her finger still on his face, she looked up into his eyes. Eyes that were positively gleaming with delight.
“Don't think about it. Just do it. Where’s the girl that gave her all?” Gage’s voice was low. He was clearly affected by her touch just as much as she was by touching him. She leaned in closer and placed a tiny kiss on the spot where her finger was a second ago. She didn't pull away immediately. Instead, she kissed him again. She knew it would feel good. His skin on her lips felt too good. Felt too much like heaven. Felt too...right.
Her lips found his and again she kissed him slow and sweet as if she had nothing better to do in the world. His lips were soft and pliable. He allowed her to take her time. She felt his hand snake up her middle grabbing her side. They were in an awkward position, sitting on the stools, trying to kiss. Amber pulled away.
“Are you done eating?”
“Yes.”
“Then follow me,” she began to stand.
“Amber? Are you sure about this?” This was her out. She could take it and he would leave. He wouldn't even call her a tease like he did last time. She could say no and he would go. No harm, no foul.
“I’m sure. Come on,” she held out her hand for him to take.
Gage stood up and pushed his stool in. He took her delicate hand and followed her past the kitchen into her bedroom. The room was large and accented with hues of purple. Purple drapes covered the windows, purple throw pillows lay atop her white comforter and she even had one wall painted a light, almost pastel, purple. His mind drifted to her bed. What did a single woman need with the world’s largest bed? Thoughts of her lying in bed immediately came to his mind. Did most nights she sleep alone? Had other men shared this bed with her? He didn't like the feeling in the pit of his stomach at the thought of other men being in here with her. Which he knew was silly. He certainly had no claim to her and she undoubtedly had boyfriends in the past. That would be a natural thing so why it bothered him, he didn't know.
He pulled her hand, making her turn toward him. He pulled her until she was flush with his body. Her bright blue eyes were glistening with desire. Desire that was meant just for him. His hands came around her waist and cupped her bottom, pressing her into his erection. Her arms found their rightful place around his neck and her lips found his.
He let go of his demons and kissed her. He missed this. He missed holding a woman who cared about him in his arms. He pushed her to her bed and forced her down. He lay atop her and continued to nibble her lips. Her lips, her cheek, to her earlobe, and finally to her delicate neck. She smelled like a flowerbed on a bright sunny day. He was dying to be inside of her.
Breaking their kiss, he pulled back, “I have to feel your skin.” He pulled her tank top up past her flat tummy and over her head, tossing it on the ground. She was wearing a light gold bra sheathed in pastel blue lace. Tiny blue bows adorned the straps as well as the center of the bra. Her breasts were of a generous size. Slightly larger than what you would expect to find on someone of her stature. He kissed the mounds of her breasts that peeked out from her bra. Then he moved on to her skirt. With her help, he was able to locate the zipper and slide her skirt down. He was greeted with the same delicate cloth that made up her bra. Was she wearing this sexy lingerie for him? She was unbelievably beautiful.
“Mi Reina, you take my breath away.” He kissed her tummy. He swirled his tongue around her belly button ring.
“You still have it.”
She was impressed that he remembered. “Yes, but I think I'm starting to get too old for it. I should probably take it out.”
He didn't respond, just continued to lick and kiss her navel.
She finally gave into the urge and ran her hands through his hair. She had been dying to do that for days now. The ache between her legs was getting to be too much. She had been waiting for him for too long. “Fuck me, Gage. Please...just fuck me.”
“I will soon. Have patience girl, have patience.” He kissed her panties, leaving heat marks along her pelvis. He kissed her wet center through her panties, the lace soft on his lips. He peeled her panties down, past her knees, gently helping her escape them. Here she was almost completely nude and he was still dressed for work. She involuntarily spread her legs as he situated himself between them.
“Are you re
ady for this, baby girl?”
“Yes, please. Touch it. Touch me there. I'm dying for you to touch me, Gage.” She writhed on the bed.
His hands grasped her hips as his mouth blew hot breaths on her center. Her bare skin enticed him to kiss it – the sheen glistened in the light. Finally, he kissed her. She smelled like heaven and her moan of pleasure made him want to forget all of this and ram himself into her. What was holding him back? She deserved this. Somehow, he knew no other man pleasured her the way he knew he could. On some soul-connecting level, he knew it. This is what she needed and he was going to give it to her. Fully. Gladly.
He began licking her slick folds, sucking on the hard bud at the center. He was driving her crazy. Her hands would grab ahold of his head pulling him closer to her and then they would loosen up and hang on for the ride. The more he licked and sucked, the more her hands moved about his head. He finally stuck his finger inside her. Hard. He pushed it in as far as he could while he licked and sucked, hoping to make her orgasm.
Her sounds of pleasure had him harder than he’d been in a long time. He could hardly stand the wait. Amidst her squirming, she finally began to relax, her moaning loud. “Oh Gage, please don't stop. I'm coming.”
He wasn't stopping. Uh-huh. This was her first of many orgasms for her tonight – hopefully for both of them. They had one night and it was going to be the best. He continued his finger and tongue assault as she squeezed around him in ecstasy, her juices dripping into his palm. He couldn't take it much longer. He had to get out of these damn clothes.
“Oh my goodness, I needed that,” she stated breathlessly.
“It felt good, Reina?”
“Too good,” she said beneath half closed eyelids. “How come you still have clothes on?”
Gage cocked his head to the side, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “Because you haven't taken them off yet.”
She reached out and began unbuttoning his dress shirt. She carefully unbuttoned his shirt, as she didn’t want to pop any of his buttons. He helped her pull his shirt out of his slacks and off his body. Underneath he wore a plain white t-shirt that she pulled from his slacks as well and awkwardly helped pull it up over his head. Her breath caught in her throat.
“That wasn't there before.” She reached out and gently roamed her fingertips over his chest right above his nipple. Lo que no me mata, me alimenta was tattooed into his skin in black ink. “What does that mean?”
“What doesn't kill me, nourishes me,” he answered.
“Wow.” She leaned into him and swiped her tongue along the Spanish words.
Putting her hands on his shoulders, she nudged him to the side. “Let me be on top.”
Gage lay on his back, following her demands. She went straight for his slacks, undoing his black belt and pulling it free from the belt loops of his pants. She worked the clasp that held his pants together. Pulling them apart, the zipper came down automatically. She helped him shimmy out of his slacks and threw them on the pile of clothes that he had taken off of her. She couldn't breathe. He was much sexier than she remembered. Had he always had abs that were this hard? Or muscles in his chest this defined? Maybe she hadn't appreciated his body as much when she was younger. Boy, was she appreciating it now. His brown skin was soft underneath her fingers. And his package, in all its male glory, pleaded for her touch.
Shyly, she ran her hand over it. This is what she had been waiting for. She was a goner. As if she didn't already know that from the simple tricks of his tongue! She pulled his boxer briefs down and off – his erection springing free. She gulped. She was much more appreciative in her older years. She knew that now.
She straddled him; his hands coming up to finally undo her bra. Thank God. She couldn't wait for his warm hands to touch her aching tips. He freed her breasts, throwing the bra onto the floor. She grabbed his large hands within hers and guided them to her, cupping her just as her bra had moments ago. She placed them atop her begging mounds and her head fell back in surrender. He made her feel so good. His erection rubbed her wet clit, teasing her, seeking entrance into her body. She grabbed ahold of his manhood and guided him inside.
He filled her. He consumed her. She rocked her body against him, her clit selfishly seeking another release. His fingers ground into her hips as she rocked hard against him back and forth, up and down. Another orgasm was beginning to heighten as she rode him as hard and as fast as she could. The second his thumb grazed her pleasure point she cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure shuddered through her.
She bent down and kissed Gage’s neck.
“That what you’ve been waiting for, Reina?”
“Mmm-hmmm. But I want you to come now,” she told him as she perched her arms on the sides of his head and began moving her bottom up and down.
His steel grey eyes were stormy with desire, “I'm going to, but I want you to get off one more time.”
Her sliding up and down on his dick would make him go too fast. She hadn't a clue what she was doing to him. He lifted her off and laid her onto her back and immediately got on top of her. He nibbled her bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and biting down on it. Firm but not too hard. His manhood still throbbed from her tight body being around it. He made his way to her tits where he began teasing them. Licking and sucking them, biting her rosy peaks while she moaned under him, once again had his cock twitching for action.
This entire time apart had meant nothing. It was as if their bodies were just magnets that had been separated and were now back together – sticking to each other in all the right places. Her fingernails continued to dig into his back as he captured her nipple between his teeth. He left bite marks all over her chest as she no doubt left marks on his back. He couldn't take it anymore. He rammed into her, her tightness squeezing around him. He bit her neck, not caring if he was hurting her this time as he continued his hard momentum. He no longer felt the intensity of pain as her nails dug into his back and his butt. He could feel her walls tighten around him as she began to orgasm. Her tightening muscles milked him enough that he began to come with her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“I can't breathe.”
Gage still lay on top of her. Their bodies were hot and sticky with sweat. Their labored breathing was slowing down. He shifted sideways.
“I'm sorry. Is that better?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Her eyes were closed as Gage watched her lay still. Then a shocking thought occurred to him. Hell! He hadn't even used a condom. What had he been thinking? What did that mean? He always used one. Always. In fact, he even had one with him, right inside his wallet inside his pants. Oh fuck, this wasn't good. He debated saying something out loud. Surely she was well aware of this problem too, right? Why hadn't she insisted and said something? She couldn't possibly be used to this – used to not using one, right?
“Gage? I can hear you thinking. I’m on birth control in case you are wondering. Or had that thought occurred to you yet?” now she opened her eyes.
“It just did. I feel like a dumbass. I must have just got caught up in the moment. I'm really sorry I didn't think to use a condom. I always use one. Always.”
Amber tried to ignore the jealous feeling that she got in her heart when he mentioned always using a condom. She didn't want him always using one. She wanted him with her where they wouldn't have to use one. She wasn't dumb enough to say that out loud so she said what she thought was best.
“Me too. It was my fault too. I can take some responsibility. Would you like something to drink?”
“I will have whatever you have.”
“Hmmm, white wine it is then. Help me uncork it?”
Before he started pulling away, Amber kissed him. She stuck her tongue in his mouth, devouring his lips and all of his juices.
Abruptly, she pulled away, “Let's go.”
Naked, they made their way downstairs to the bar. He uncorked the bottle she gave him, as she got two wine glasses down. He poured them b
oth a glass.
“For tonight,” he said.
“Tonight,” she clinked her glass against his and downed a long swallow. “What have you been up to all these years?”
“Not much. Working. Trying to get ahead.”
“What about girlfriends?” Oh why did she have to ask that?
His eyebrow quirked up in that sexy way she found endearing. “After my ex-wife, I’ve tried not to have many girlfriends.” He grunted, “make that any.”
The realization that Amber didn't know him all that well struck a funny chord in her throat. “When were you married? Before or after-”
“Before. What have you been up to?”
“Nothing. My life seems to be defined by my parent’s death. Before they died and after. So before, I traveled all over Europe, some parts of Asia, Egypt – life was good. Then they got killed and I don't know what I’ve been doing since then, truthfully.”
Unexpectedly, Gage grabbed her around the waist and tugged her toward him. “You have got to let it go. That wasn't your fault. You know that, right?” He knew it wasn't the right time, but being near her, naked, had his body parts rising to attention.
“I know. I just have to start believing that.” She quickly avoided any more talk about her parents by rubbing her lower half against his erection. “Do I turn you on, Gage?”
“Yes. Let's go back to your room.”
“No. Take me here.”
Gage tilted his head to the side, his eyes positively gleaming. “The stone will be cold against your ass.”
“I don't care.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her to the edge of the counter. She squealed, as the granite was indeed cold. In one smooth move he was buried inside of her. Her legs were bent and spread wantonly on the counter while Gage pushed into her as hard as he could. In a matter of seconds, they were both sweaty and panting from their quick interlude.
“Shall we take our drinks back upstairs?”
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