Nicole Edwards - Travis

That wasn’t what was happening.

“Lie back,” he repeated gently and Kylie slowly leaned back onto her elbows, as he crawled closer, spreading her thighs as he did. Watching him as he knelt between her legs was so damn hot, she fully expected her comforter to catch fire.

“I need to taste you again. Your pussy’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.”

Chills ran over her skin, making her shiver as the words sank in. This was entirely foreign to Kylie. Aside from the exceptional sex she’d encountered with Travis back when she was too young to appreciate all that he’d made her feel, Kylie had only ever known plain vanilla. Her past sexual relationships had been boring at best, and she’d thought it was her fault.

Gage lowered his head, his fingers separating the folds of her sex as the warmth of his breath tickled the heated flesh. Another shiver raced through her as his mouth hovered just out of reach, teasing her with every breath he took.

Kylie was focused on him, the way he stared up at her, his eyes meeting hers as he slid his tongue slowly through her slit, gently lapping at her until she was ready to beg him to finish her off. Just when she thought he was going to let her come, he stopped. Realizing that she’d closed her eyes, Kylie opened them, only to see another expression on Gage’s face that she hadn’t expected. There was no grin, no arrogant, cocky smirk to show her that he knew just what he did to her.

She didn’t look away as he stood, toeing off his boots and then removing his jeans. He continued to watch her, and Kylie got the impression he was waiting for her to send him away. It wasn’t that she didn’t know right from wrong – and this was so very wrong in more ways than one – but she wasn’t willing to let him walk out that door just yet.

Kylie knew without a doubt that this was nothing more than pleasure brought on by heightened emotions that neither of them could control. And she was ok with that.

Liar.

When Gage retrieved a condom from his wallet before tossing the leather billfold onto the floor with the rest of their discarded clothes, Kylie held her breath. She watched as he sheathed his long, heavy erection with slow, practiced movements.

The intensity was still just as significant, however, the level had reduced tenfold, taking on a sweeter, gentler feel. They knew what was to come. And if Kylie was right, sex with Gage was going to blow her mind and ruin her forever, but she couldn’t seem to make him go away. Her heart had waged an all-out war with her common sense and had won by a mile.

Gage’s warm weight pressed down on her as he knelt on the bed between her thighs. Just when she expected him to thrust inside of her, he surprised her by easing over to his back, pulling her along with him. With their positions reversed, Kylie was left straddling him on her bed. The warm column of his erection pressed between her thighs and she gasped, wanting to feel him inside of her more now than before.

“Please,” Kylie whispered, begging as she met his eyes, watching as he seemed to be thinking this through. She was both nervous and anxious, desperately hoping she didn’t ruin this for him. Or her.

“I’m right here, Kylie. Right here.” Gage’s words were like a flame to the kindling that was still smoldering deep in her core. The tenor of his voice was pitched low, the rhythmic cadence both soothing and tender. For a second, she was at a loss, the battle with her emotions waning fast.

With unsure movements, Kylie adjusted their positions until she had the head of his penis pressing against her entrance. He was huge, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take him inside of her completely, but she was certainly going to try. Lowering herself gently, Kylie took Gage inside of her, inch by inch. The expression on his face was one of wonder and pain.

“God, baby. You’re so tight.” The rough gravel of his tone eased her fears, letting her know he was right there with her.

Kylie had to ease down onto him slowly, his unyielding erection penetrating her, stretching her even more as her body fought to adjust to his size.

“Come here.”

Kylie leaned forward, letting Gage wrap his muscled arms around her as she pressed her hands flat against his chiseled chest. She didn’t take her eyes off of his face as she let the warmth of him consume her. She was quickly losing herself to this man, unsure how she ever thought she could keep this about pleasure and nothing more.

“Kiss me,” he told her.

Kylie did as he asked, pressing her lips to his, tasting herself as she licked the outer swell of his bottom lip repeatedly. She was so engrossed in tasting him, teasing him with her tongue that she barely registered when he was fully inside of her.

Gage, although filling her perfectly, didn’t try to move and he didn’t rush her, so Kylie took it slow, trying to burn this moment into her memory because this would be the first and last time she offered herself up to this man. Despite her confused state at the moment, she knew she would come to her senses at some point. Although she feared it was going to be too late by then. Hell, it was probably too late already.

As their tongues slid over one another, Kylie began to move, lifting and lowering her hips, keeping a steady, gentle pace as she took him even deeper, nerve endings she didn’t know she had begging for attention, urging her to increase the friction, basking in glorious sensation. She desperately tried for slow, but it became too much as her body struggled, reaching for a release she felt looming over her.

Gage gripped her hips, lifting her gently as he began thrusting up inside of her, going deeper than she thought possible, hitting that sweet spot that ignited the tingles in her core. Her orgasm consumed her, and she couldn’t even cry out because her body was so overwhelmed by the sensation, the only thing she could do was feel.

Gage’s body tensed, his chest muscles flexing beneath her hands, his hips pushing up off the bed as he too gave himself over to his release as silently as she had, the only sound was the rough, strangled growl that sounded as though he were trying to keep it inside.

Yep, there was absolutely no doubt about it. Kylie was officially ruined.

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Gage held Kylie against him, staring up at the ceiling a short while after he went and did the unthinkable. Making love to Kylie, watching as she rode him with a leisurely passion had moved him in ways he wasn’t sure he had ever felt before.

With his arms wrapped around her, he didn’t think she was asleep, but she was breathing slow and steady, her head perched on his shoulder, one arm draped across his chest. He wished she’d touch him, maybe run circles over his chest, use her fingernails to scrape sensually over his skin. Anything to let him know she was awake and not envisioning a hundred different ways to castrate him.

Coming over here earlier, Gage had expected a number of things to happen, conjured up a series of scenarios in his head. The two of them ending up naked in her bed wasn’t one of them, although he was ready for a repeat whenever she was.

He didn’t think that was going to happen.

Kylie shifted, but before she could pull away, Gage held her closer, refusing to let go just yet. He knew it was coming and knew she was going to send him packing. Not that he could blame her. After what he did, he was surprised she hadn’t called the cops when he made his way through her front door earlier.

The cold chill of the iced tea had been a nice touch though, he had to admit. He’d seen the desperate swirls of anger churning in her beautiful blue eyes and had suspected it was coming. He deserved much worse than that, he knew. It wasn’t like he didn’t expect her to be riled up the moment she saw his face. Hell, he wouldn’t have blamed her if she had hauled off and slapped him halfway across Texas. It wasn’t like she’d be able to make him feel any lower than he did right then and there.