Deadly Obsession (14 page)

“You’re
skin’s
so soft.
So soft and warm.
I love touching it.” He lowered his face to her chest, gently suckling her nipple into his mouth. She gasped at the intensity of it, straining to give him more of her breast. She needed him to touch her, claim her as he had when they first met. She speared her fingers through his hair, no longer able to keep her hand wrapped around his shaft.

“I need to touch you, too.”

He released her nipple just long enough to raise his face back to hers. “There’ll be time for that later. First I have to convince myself you’re really all right. And that means licking every square inch of your body.”

Brooklyn
groaned as he bent down and engulfed her other breast, licking and sucking with the single-minded intent of a man on a mission. He curled his tongue around her nipple, coaxing it harder and thicker. The pleasure was exquisite, better than any dream she’d conjured in his absence. She closed her eyes, allowing her body to feel every sensation. Her nipples tingled, swelling to twice their normal size. She felt her face heat, and there was a strong fluttering in her stomach every time he grazed his skin against hers. Sweat beaded on her skin as her arousal pulsed from her vagina, coating her lips and thighs with its slick essence. She needed him to touch her there.
To lick her until she wailed his name.
She arched into him.

Gage growled. She was putty in his arms, and he couldn’t wait to plunge his cock deep inside her. Feel her walls clench around him, milking him into his own release. But first he needed to keep his promise. He felt her arch into him. She was still wearing her pants, but he knew she was already wet. He could smell the sweet scent of her arousal wafting around them.
Mixing with the steamy heat now rising from their bodies.
He remembered the scent, the taste. Like honey soaked fruit, all sweet and moist. It was all he could do to strip off her pants without tearing them and ease them over her thighs until they fell in a heap at her ankles. He looked down. She was wearing a black thong, the front wet against her skin. His jaw twitched.

“Oh darling.
I can’t wait to taste your sweet cream. The scent is driving me crazy.” He reached down and rimmed the band, brushing his finger across her clit.

“Oh God.
Please don’t stop.”

“Stop?
I have no intentions of stopping until I hear you scream my name.”

He took her lips in his again, fisting the silky material as he ripped it from her body, tossing it to the floor. Brooklyn moaned as the panties separated,
undulating
her clit against his finger.

“Easy, darling.
I don’t want to rush this.”

“But, I need…”

Her plea became a strangled moan as he dipped his finger inside her, drawing the moisture out before circling her swollen clit. He heard her bite back a muted cry, digging her nails into his shoulders as she anchored herself against his body. He smiled, kissing a path across her stomach and down to her thighs. The aroma had become more pungent, and he couldn’t stop the quick dart of his tongue as he swept it between her lips, slurping the cream from her skin.

“Yes…oh God…right there.”

He moved back slightly, watching her vagina clench as he dipped inside her again. Two fingers this time, disappearing into the hole of her sex. Her muscles pulsed, trying to draw him deeper.

“Damn, you’re beautiful.
So wet and sweet.
I’m not sure I can take much more of this.”

She mumbled something about finishing, but he couldn’t make it out. Her breath was heavy and rough, her fingers clamped around his arms so firm he was certain he’d have tiny finger-sized bruises after. She’d braced her feet on his shoulders, splaying her knees open to accommodate his large figure, as he lapped at her flesh. She wept cream, soaking his fingers as he pulled back out before quickly thrusting back in. She arched her hips off the desk, another muted cry echoing in his ears. She was close.

“Fight it a bit longer. I’m not finished eating you, yet.”

“But it’s been so long. I can’t…”

Her words trailed off as she quivered at his thrust, this one even deeper than before. He loved feeling her skin part around his fingers, holding him tight as he moved through the swollen tissue until his hand palmed her mound. She clenched her muscles, massaging his intrusion as she did his cock. He smiled, savouring each inch of skin as he slowly withdrew, her body closing behind his fingers as if it refusing entrance to anyone other than him. A growl caught in his throat as he considered the thought, wanting to tell her she was his, but unable to get the words right. She pulsed again on his next thrust, the muscles in her thighs tensing as spasms quivered in her pussy. She was on the verge of climaxing. He cursed, knowing she’d go over the edge whether he continued or not. He’d be damned if he’d pass up the opportunity to taste the heat of her release.

He lowered back down, licking her clit with quick, short strokes, twirling the small protrusion of skin around his tongue. She cried out, clenching her fingers in his hair, as her body exploded. Her vagina contracted, holding his fingers deep inside as he drank the juice that seeped out beneath them.

“So sweet, darling.
I could eat you forever.”

“Gage!”

Her voice echoed off the walls, vibrating the air around them. Damn, he loved it when she screamed. So overcome with her own pleasure she couldn’t stay in control. He kept licking until her thighs relaxed and her grip eased. He smiled, more than triumphant.

“Something on your mind?
I believe you called my name.”

“You’re too smug for your own good,” she whispered, still lost in the embers of her release. Her face was flushed a deep red and her nipples were nearly purple.

He moved back up, grazing each breast with his tongue before reaching her lips. They were puffy and red, and he knew she’d bitten them in her attempt to halt her wail. “Are you complaining?”

She smiled, tracing his bottom lip with her tongue.
“Not at all.
But it’s my turn now.”

She tried to move, but he held her firm, circling her wrists with his fingers. God, they were so small he could almost touch his palm.

“I told you. There’ll be time for that later. I’m not finished yet.” He flashed
her a
wicked grin he knew drove her crazy. “As a matter of fact, I’m just beginning.”

Brooklyn
drew a sharp breath as he lodged the head of his cock against her sex. Moisture coated the tip, dripping down his shaft and across his scrotum. He’d eased his pants down just enough to completely free his erection and loved the contrast of her skin against his clothes. He groaned, slipping the crown inside her.

She clenched.

He bit his lip, barely stilling the need to pummel into her. He was still worried she was too weak for the pounding he had in mind, and reminded himself to go slowly. She needed tenderness, passion.

Not like the last time.

Damn it, he hated that whining little voice in his head. The one that always remembered what was better left forgotten. He’d promised himself he’d never hurt her like that, again. That meant leaving her the hell alone.

But he couldn’t. He trembled with his need to claim her. To show her, once and for all, she belonged to him. He pushed a bit deeper, feeling her body clench tighter.

“God damn, you’re tight,” he rasped, stilling the fire burning down his spine. He was close. One stray thought was all it’d take to push him over the edge.

“Too long,” she panted, straining to draw him deeper, but he held her firmly in place. “It’s been far too long.”

He smiled at the desperate quality of her voice. She wanted it just as bad as he did.

Of course she does. She’s scared and alone, and you’re the only protection she knows.

He cursed the thought, convincing himself that wasn’t the real reason she wanted him. Surely she loved him as he did her?

This isn’t a loving, you moron. It’s
a transference
of need.
Sex for safety.

No
, he wailed, inching deeper.

If you take her now, you’ll never know. Stop, before she hates you for taking advantage of her.

Gage stilled, the voice reverberating in his head. He needed her.
Wanted her more than he ever had.
But he couldn’t live with the thought of her hating him. It was the reason he’d stayed away for so long. He’d hoped time would ease the pain he’d caused. He looked down, overwhelmed by the sparkle in her eyes, the smile of pleasure on her face. It was the first time since the stabbing she actually looked alive.

He growled. Damn the voice in his head. He’d deal with the repercussions later. Right now, he had a woman to please.

He withdrew, leaving only the tip inside her. He smiled at her huff of frustration as a sensuous pout formed on her lips. She looked ready to rip a strip off him when he eased back inside her, reclaiming the lost inches. Brooklyn groaned, throwing her head back with a muffled wail of ecstasy. God she was beautiful. He only had half his length inside her and yet she was pulsing on the edge of another climax. He pulled back once more, intending to fill her to the hilt, when the cold sound of Sam’s voice washed over him.

Brooklyn
froze, her skin puckering at the sudden intrusion. A wave of cold air breezed over her even as the sweat dripped down the side of her jaw. She’d been close. So close to screaming out another orgasm she hadn’t even realised Sam was there until Gage had stopped and looked towards the door. She could still hear Sam’s voice, mumbling something about locking the door next time, as the damn thing slammed shut. Gage’s body had tensed, an intense scowl suddenly covering his face. He’d been moments away from filling her. From plunging his iron-hard cock completely inside her, penetrating her so deeply she knew she’d climax the instant he locked his balls against her ass. Even now, his body trembled beneath her fingers. She could feel him clenching his buttocks in an effort to regain some measure of control. He was going to stop.

She eased forward, brushing her lips across his chest. His skin was warm and salty, and she purred at the mixture of flavours. He was still staring at the door and she couldn’t bear the thought of him pulling his cock free, leaving her empty, hollow. She nuzzled his neck, feeling the small hairs on his nape rustle from her breath.

“Gage.”

He growled, tightening his fingers around her hips. For a moment she thought he was simply going to slam into her, but then he bowed his head and pulled himself free, concealing himself with a quick adjustment of his clothing. She clenched her jaw, resisting the need to pound her fists against his chest. Demand he quench the fire he’d lit inside her. But she couldn’t. In what couldn’t have been more than five seconds, the love had disappeared from his eyes, replaced by guilt, or was it regret. She watched as he walked to the far side of the room, and stared blankly out the window.

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice rumbling in the thick air. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of the situation like that.” He hung his head. “It was wrong.”

Wrong? Since when was making love to your wife wrong?

Brooklyn
slipped off the desk, gathering her pants in her arms. She didn’t bother with the panties. They were ruined and could simply lie on the floor until she got around to throwing them out. She pulled the pants up, sighing at the rustle of fabric as it covered her body. Then she tucked in her shirt, wondering how to make it presentable with half the buttons missing. “Forget it. Just forget the whole thing.”

He snarled behind her as she turned and headed for the door. He slammed it shut as she tried to open it. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he said, turning her sharply in his hands.

“Exactly like it sounds.”
She pulled away and took two steps back. She hadn’t seen that cold expression on his face since he’d accused her of having an affair. “You obviously feel that almost making love to me was a mistake, so just forget it.”

“Is that what you think we were doing here? Making love? Because it felt a lot more like needy sex to me.”

“Needy sex?”

She stepped back again, feeling the desk brush against her backside. She’d given her heart to him, allowed her emotions to run wild. She’d hoped it was the beginning of a new relationship for them, the first step on the road back to being husband and wife, in every sense of the word. But apparently it’d meant little more to him than a casual screw with some willing hustler. He’d just been comforting her again.
Giving in to her needs.

Brooklyn
’s chin quivered, and tears burned her eyes, but she refused to let him see her upset again. She’d cried in his arms too much over the past week and was determined to regain some measure of self-respect. “Sorry,” she spat out, surprised by the anger in her voice. “I didn’t realise you’d demoted our activity to a mere mercy fucking.”

Gage’s eyes glittered with anger. “That’s not what I said.”

“No. It’s what you were thinking.” She marched forward, pushing past him as she fisted the door and stepped into the hall. Sam and Trevor were talking at the edge of the hallway, and Troy and Rebecca were standing with their backs against the wall. They all turned as she stormed out of the office and headed for the stairs.