Deadly Obsession (22 page)

“Oh God.
Now! I need you to take me now!”

She knew he’d understand her message. He groaned behind her, clenching his fingers around her hips as he thrust even faster. Brooklyn grabbed at the headboard, wrapping her fingers around the small spindles in an effort to counter his thrusts. His breath panted in her ear, as he fought to push through her tender tissues, her walls clamping around him.

“Now.
Come for me now, darling.”

Brooklyn
barely heard his voice as he thrust deep, grazing her womb with the tip of his shaft. She exploded, squeezing his cock so tight she heard him cry out behind her. She’d locked him in place and she knew the climax he’d built was stemmed until she could relax enough that he could pulse inside her. He stilled, his cock lodged deep until, at last, her muscles eased, and he came in one overwhelming spurt. His back bowed, his hands grinding his pelvis into hers, as shot after shot of his hot seed filled her womb, dripping past his shaft to coat her thighs. He growled from the strain, his grip the only thing holding her off the bed. She waited until his embrace loosened before collapsing on the mattress, exhaustion quickly replacing arousal.

“Too good,” he mumbled, following her down on the bed, his body curled against hers. “You’re dangerous, darling.”

Brooklyn
sighed, not able to form the words she wanted to say. She was already drifting into a peaceful sleep, the warmth of Gage’s body protecting her from the terror she knew lurked in the shadows. He moved from the bed. She started to turn in protest, when he returned with a warm cloth, and gently cleaned between her legs. She smiled at him, and opened her lips to speak when he slanted his over hers in a kiss that stole the last of her strength. The last thing she remembered was feeling him lay down beside her, their lips still sealed as he drew her tight to his chest. Then a calming darkness descended around her, as she gave herself over to sleep.

* * * *

Gage lay in the bed, forty minutes after kissing Brooklyn to sleep, and still his cock was rock hard. He cursed, trying to will the damn thing to stand down, as he shifted Brooklyn in his arms. He wanted her again, but she needed rest more than another round of sex. His erection lengthened as he remembered how wet her channel had been as he’d moved within her. How she’d begged, even after coming for him several times
, needing
him to send her over the edge again. And he had.

She moaned, and rubbed her body against his as she snuggled closer to him. He groaned when she lifted her leg and nestled it across his cock. The pressure made his balls squeeze and for a moment he wondered if he could climax like that.

“God help me,” he muttered. What the hell had he done tonight? He knew she was riding an emotional rollercoaster, so overwhelmed by fear she wasn’t fully conscious of her actions. Yet, he’d allowed his need for her to cloud his judgement, fool him into believing it was love they’d been making, and not just sex.

But you do love her.

The thought came suddenly, but it didn’t take him by surprise. He’d known all along the depth of his feelings for Brooklyn, but it was the first time since their separation he’d truly embraced it. Now all he had to do was convince her she felt the same way, and life could start again.

Give her time. Don’t crowd her. Wait until she’s safe before you push her.

It sounded logical. He knew her feelings were a jumbled mess. How couldn’t they be? Some bastard was hunting her, touching her, trying to steal her life. It was a miracle she hadn’t descended into a deep depression. And what had he done to help?
Chastised her.
Criticised her decisions,
then
taken her to bed instead of talking things out.

Gage sighed, pulling her closer. Sam was right. They needed to work things out first. Come to terms with what had transpired between them before they jumped back into bed together.

“Too late,” he rasped, watching her eyelids flutter in her sleep. God, she was beautiful. So innocent, yet he knew the seductress that hid behind the soft smile. She’d been more than willing tonight. Even after coming inside her that first time, he knew she’d wanted him again. When he’d flipped her over, he’d nearly come again at the sight of her tight little ass peaking out at him above the glistening lips of her pussy.

He wanted to take her there again. Feel her hot, snug anal channel close around him, milking him so hard he’d have to thrust with all his weight just to push through the tender muscles. He could feel it now, the burning sensation dousing his cock, prickling up his spine until he had no choice but to barrel into her. Take her ass with long deep strokes he knew would push her to the very threshold of her limits. He looked down at her face. She’d trembled when he’d turned her over, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she’d been afraid of his desires? Or was it anticipation? A hope for what he might give her? He couldn’t be certain, but it’d been enough to quell the need…for now.

“No.”

Brooklyn
’s frightened voice startled him. He focused on her face.

“Please. Don’t…”

Her words trailed off. She’d been restless for the last ten minutes, mumbling incoherently in his arms. She was dreaming again. Reliving the nightmare she’d been thrust into by Drake. He held back a curse and gently touched her face. She trembled beneath his fingers, but seemed to settle slightly and relax against his chest.

“Easy, darling,” he soothed. “No one can hurt you. Not as long as I can breathe.”

“Gage.”

He smiled at the change of tone in her voice. It was sultry now, as if she remembered she was in his arms. He watched her wiggle, gently burrowing into him until she seemed satisfied with her positioning. Then she sighed, and drifted off again. Gage shook his head. He was in way too deep. And he had absolutely no desire to come up for air.

* * * *

“Oh yeah, darling.
You know I love it when you touch me like that.”

Brooklyn
cracked open her eyes, roused by the deep male voice whispering in her ear. She glanced up at Gage. His eyes shifted beneath closed lids, and his breath came in short, choppy gasps.

“Good God, Brooklyn.”

Brooklyn
smiled. He was dreaming…about her. A warm satisfaction spread through her, as she watched him twitch in her arms. A light perspiration had broken out along his skin, and his hold around her had tightened. She eased up on her elbow, keeping her right hand firm against his chest. He was panting now, and mumbling her name after every ragged breath. She glanced down at his thighs, feeling her chest constrict and her breathing hitch. He was beautifully erect, his cock thick and hard beneath the single sheet. She licked her lips, wondering if she could straddle him before he jolted awake.

“Only one way to find out,” she whispered, slowly inching the blanket down his body.

He stirred as she lifted it off his legs, but didn’t waken. She held her breath, biting her bottom lip with anticipation as she eased away from him, and gently raised her leg over his hips. If she could slide over his body and sink the crown inside her before he woke up, she knew he’d be helpless against her.

Brooklyn
moved slowly, placing one hand on the bed beside his chest as she straddled her legs across his hips. His breathing slowed, his chest rising gently with the steady rhythm. She smiled at the look of satisfaction on his face, some of the tension and worry from the previous day eased from the lines in his face. He looked older than she remembered, but still more handsome than any man had a right to be. His body was hard and firm, muscled as much from life as from the gym. And he still wore the gold chain she’d bought him for their first wedding anniversary around his neck, though she noticed it now held his wedding ring.

A tremble of pain moved through her. She’d searched several stores for a band to reflect his rugged style, and had known instantly when she’d found the right one. But she’d never dreamed he’d ever take it off. She glanced down at her left hand. Her ring was still in her purse. She’d been unable to leave it far behind, and had tucked it inside a small, velvet pouch. For a moment she wondered if she should put it back on, but decided against it. Only Gage held the right to do that. She’d have to wait to see if his desires matched hers.

“Don’t stop.”

She stilled, her focus drawn to his face. His lips were twitching, but his eyes remained closed. Her heart raced, her body warmed as she leant forward and gently brushed her lips across his. The soft moan that rumbled from his chest pooled the moisture between her legs, and hardened her nipples to the point the peaked tips ached for his touch. She swallowed the whimper bubbling in her chest and drew back, shifting her weight to the hand on the bed. His cock was lengthened along his abdomen, a small drop of white fluid leaking from the tip. She shivered, wanting nothing more than to lick the precious prize away. But she knew he’d never sleep through that, and she needed to have him sheathed within her before he realised her intentions.

Brooklyn
reached between them, encircling his erection, loving how it pulsed, the veins thick and engorged beneath her fingers. He shifted slightly as she raised it between her legs, his hands clenching at his sides. She lowered her hips and swept his crown through her slick juices. The rumble that shattered the silence had her weeping cream. She held her breath and made another pass, wrapping her silky lips around his cock, as she slowly sank towards his groin.
Inch by glorious inch, until he was lodged halfway inside her.
Streaks of white light pulsed across her eyes, heat seared through her sex as the Gage’s body joined with hers.

“God damn.”

She stilled, heart racing, chest heaving, as Gage stopped her downward descent, his hands clenched around her waist. She was almost fully impaled, and so close to easing the empty feeling gnawing at her, she had to bite her tongue to stop from crying out. She moved her hands to his shoulders, bracing her weight as she met his heated gaze. His eyes were black, the white mere wisps within the darkness, his lips pulled back to expose his teeth. He looked like a man intent on getting his way.

“Something wrong, baby?”

Gage drew a haggard breath, forcing the air in, as his tongue dampened his lips. “You asked for once, and I’ve already taken you twice.” He moaned as she shifted her hips, tightening his hold on her. “You’re in no condition to…”

Brooklyn
moved her hand over his mouth, silencing him with a solitary finger. “I asked for one night, and the night isn’t over, yet.” She wiggled again, wrenching a desperate growl from his chest, and he closed his eyes as she smoothed her fingers across his chest.
“Just one more time.
Just let me love you one more time. I promise I won’t ask you again. I’ll leave everything up to you, if you let me have this last moment with you.”

She could hear the emotion in her plea, feel the tears collecting behind her lashes, but she didn’t care. Tonight was all that mattered. Sharing her love with Gage one more time meant more than her pride. Even if he didn’t return her feelings, she’d give him everything in her heart.

Gage released one hand and drew it softly along her cheek. Even in the darkness she could see the gentleness washing across his expression.

“I just don’t want to hurt you, darling. After all you’ve been through…” His voice trailed off into a sigh.

Brooklyn
smiled, nuzzling into his caress. “Then lie back, and let me pleasure you.” She watched a slow smile creep into the edges of his lips as he eased his grip, cupping her waist instead of clenching on it. Brooklyn reached out and touched his lips again, wrapping her other hand around his shoulder as she dropped her weight, burying him completely within her.

“Oh yeah, darling.”

Gage held Brooklyn’s hips as the deep thrust sent her into orgasm.
Her walls quivered, clenching and releasing on his cock as if trying to milk out his climax as well.
She threw her head back, her face clenched in the pleasure. Her hands locked on his shoulders, the nails biting into his skin, as she as quietly chanted his name.

“You’re so tight.
So wonderfully tight.
I can feel every inch of your smooth skin against mine.”

Brooklyn
gasped in a large breath, allowing her head to bow towards her chest. She was coated with perspiration, her soft, pale skin shimmering in the faint light from the window. Her hair was already damp, and he loved how her breasts rose with each breath. She gazed down at him, a look of satisfaction on her face. He groaned at the sight of it, amazed at the sheer joy in her expression.

“It’s not me. It’s all you. You’re so thick and long. You’re every woman’s fantasy.”

The large knot wedged in his throat again at the love in her voice. She wasn’t holding anything back. He tried to breathe past the thickness growing in his chest, but only managed to wheeze.

“I doubt I’m any woman’s fantasy.”

Brooklyn
smiled at him, slowly raising her hips until just the head was still inside her. “That’s where you’re wrong. But why don’t I see if I can be one of yours.”