Innocence Defied (New York) (6 page)

“Your safe word is goin’ to be Alamo, because just like those poor bastards there, I think you bit off more than you can chew.”

Then he scooped one arm around her shoulders, one around her knees, and carried her to his bed.

Chapter Ten

Zoe couldn’t believe she was naked in Gage’s arms. She’d been dreaming of this her whole life, and after this morning she’d been seriously afraid that it would never happen. There were about a million things she felt she should be saying or doing right now, but a strange paralysis had come over her. As he laid her out on his bed and arranged her, she let him without any resistance at all.

“That’s good, darlin’,” he told her in his rich Southern drawl. “Stay just where I put you and keep your eyes on me for now.”

She mumbled a breathy response and watched, mesmerized, as he began to remove his clothes.

She’d seen him almost naked more times than she could count. As a teenager, he had spent part of every summer vacation with her family, so she’d watched him run around shirtless and in cutoffs or swim trunks. But from the age of twelve and up it became something different—something more. He was so much bigger than even her brother or Cade. His chest was twice the width of hers and the muscles there had cost her more than a few sleepless nights. With his chest bare now, with the dynamics between them changed for the first time, she almost couldn’t stand it and a whimper of need escaped her. When his hands went to the snap of his jeans and then slowly lowered the zipper, she thought it was the most erotic sight in the world. His stomach muscles flexed when he hooked his thumbs in the material, and then with a shove, his jeans and shorts were gone.

He was magnificent. His shaft was long and thick and curled up toward his belly with a heavy sac underneath. There was a thatch of soft-looking hair around the base that was a darker shade of gold than the hair on his head. His lean hips and thickly muscled thighs were the perfect frame for his impressive groin, and Zoe let out another of those needy noises.

Zoe watched in hungry fascination as he cupped one hand over his sac and gave it a firm tug before sliding back up to stroke the length of his cock. When he got to the head, he squeezed and twisted a little. Her mouth watered, and she had an almost irresistible urge to replace his hand with hers. Only the fear of doing it wrong and displeasing him kept her in place. His touch traveled back down to his balls and he did the whole thing again. Her legs started getting antsy and there was this intense sort of weight building in her pelvis that made her squirm on the bed.

“I told you to stay where I put you, darlin’.” His voice was even deeper now, and Zoe dragged her eyes up from what his hand was doing to watch his face. “You don’t want to be testing me. Not tonight.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her immediate compliance must have pleased him, because his eyes crinkled at the corners and he murmured, “Good girl. I won’t be tying you up tonight—it’s too soon for that. But you put those pretty hands above your head and grab on.” When she did with a gulp, those crinkles came back again. “No matter what happens, you don’t let go. If you do, there’ll be consequences.”

Her hands trembled, and her answer was barely above a whisper because he’d crawled onto the bed beside her as he spoke. That gorgeous naked body was pressed up against her from the shoulders down, he was so hot it was like snuggling up next to a furnace. With gentle fingers, he tilted her chin up and looked into her eyes. “God, Zoe,” he said, looking so earnest she felt he could see straight through to her soul. “I can’t believe I’m doin’ this. I’ve loved you your whole stinkin’ life, but not like this. Never like this. You’ve got me so worked up I can hardly remember the kid you were up until a week ago. All I see now is you. The most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

Then he kissed her.

His mouth didn’t plunder so much as consume. He lapped and suckled at her lips like they were candy. Even though she’d never been really kissed before, she followed his lead and kissed back. Tugging first his bottom and then his top lip into the warmth of her mouth, she lapped up this first real taste of him. The fingers still gripping her chin trembled slightly, and with his lips pressed tight to hers, he commanded, “Zoe, open.”

And she did. His tongue filled her and he groaned, her body jerked in reaction to it. Her death grip on the headboard shook as she struggled to maintain it. Gage turned her head a little and angled his in the opposite direction, so he was even deeper in her mouth and his tongue was doings things in there she didn’t have words for. His hand caressed her face and neck, and every breath she took was filled with his marvelous scent, and her mouth with his intoxicating taste.

With a growl that vibrated throughout her body, he came over her more and tucked one arm under her neck to cradle her head while he slid the other lower to cup one of her breasts. Then he squeezed. Zoe’s back arched and she let out a cry he swallowed with a relishing sound, and then he took his mouth away.

“Please.” Her cry was high and breathy. “God, please, Gage, don’t stop.”

He nuzzled into her neck, and he bit hard on the tendon just below her ear. When she gasped and let out a yelp, he whispered with menacing intent, “What did you just call me, sub?”

“Sir!” she cried, desperate. “Sir. I’m sorry, just please—please don’t stop.”

His chuckle was mean and caused chills to race up and down her spine. “Oh, darlin’, I’m not stopping. Now that I got a taste of you, I don’t think I’m ever going to stop.”

He did stop, though. With a deep breath—as though he was bracing for it—he pulled back to loom above her, balanced on the arm he still had under her neck. He kept his other hand on her breasts, massaging and kneading the sensitive mounds.

“Zoe?” he asked with a voice that sounded way too calm as far as she was concerned. “I want to know how much you’ve done before. You told me you’re still a virgin. What I wanna know is just what you
have
experienced so I don’t push you too far too fast.”

“Umm.” She could hardly think when he was touching her like that, and that part of him that was hard for her was like a brand on her hip. “I haven’t done anything. I unh—” Her voice cracked when his thumb brushed over a nipple. “I let Tommy Philips kiss me on Christmas Eve last year.” She yelped again when he squeezed, hard.

“Ah, darlin’.” His voice had a dangerous edge to it that inspired more chills racing up and down her spine again. “Maybe you shouldn’t be telling me the little prick’s name. I find I’m not takin’ it so well as I should—listenin’ to you talk about other men.”

“Oh God.” She arched under him as he loosened his grip and gave her nipple a couple of firm tugs. “That’s—that’s all. Tom—sorry—he…he kissed me and when he tried to grab my butt, I just couldn’t. I pulled away and that’s it.” She met his dumbfounded gaze head-on. “I’m sorry I let him do that much. I always knew it was you and no one else. I was just so mad at you that night. You didn’t come to our Christmas party because you were with that girl. I hadn’t seen you in so long and you stayed away because of another girl?” Her eyes welled at the memory. She’d been so excited to see him and she’d had dreams of seducing him. Of finally having him see her as a woman and not a child, only to have them all come crashing down when she learned that he’d taken his new girlfriend skiing in Switzerland instead.

This time his chuckle was warm when he said, “Ah, Zoe, don’t you be worryin’ about her. She was sweet an’ all, but she was outta my mind the minute we got home.” When she nodded her head and bit her lip, he leaned down until his mouth hovered an inch above one dark and tightly puckered nipple. “So, no one else has ever touched these?”

She shook her head, forgetting with his mouth so close, that she was supposed to answer verbally. His punishing pinch reminded her. “Ouch, no. No, Sir.”

“And no one has ever tasted these sweet thangs?” He was even closer now and she could feel his moist, hot breath.

“No, oh, no Sir.” Her body felt like it was going to snap.

“Good.” Then, finally, her breast disappeared into the hot wet cove of his mouth. Zoe arched with a gasp, the sensation so intense she thought she might faint. Every sweet, dark pull he took at her breast tugged sharp and strong in her core. It was like there was a direct electrical current connecting the two and her legs scissored as her head started a restless thrashing on the pillow. When he switched to the other one and did the same thing, the incredible force of pleasure that shot through her caused her body to jolt. Even her fingertips felt electrified.

As his mouth continued to torment, his hand left her heaving chest to stroke a path of fire from the top of her thighs, over her hips, up her ribs and back down again. The rough, hot texture of his palm and fingers caused goose flesh to erupt after every pass. Soon his strokes got smaller and more centered, running up the seam of her clenched legs to just below her bellybutton and back again. Her hips rolled in the wake of his motions as her breathing turned frantic. Then he just rubbed firm circles over her mound, not touching any lower, just right there where her entire world seemed to be gathered.

“I have been thinkin’ about something all night, Zoe. Do you want to know what that is?” he asked when he lifted his head to watch what he was doing.

When she didn’t answer fast enough, he sent her a look. “Have I mentioned how much I dislike a disobedient sub?”

She answered quickly and added a mumbled plea for forgiveness.

“Well, I kept thinkin’ about this mornin’ when I was grindin’ your sweet li’l pussy against my cock. I kept wondering about what you said.” He placed his mouth against her ear and breathed his next words into it. “You said ‘something’s happening.’ Not, ‘I’m coming.’ So it makes me wonder, was that your first orgasm, darlin’?” His tongue delved into the hollow of her ear and brought a shocked moan to her lips. “Was that really your first one, or have you played with this lovely, tempting flesh yourself before?”

She was so aroused she was way beyond embarrassment. While his tongue continued to lick along her ear and neck, she shivered and said, “I have—um, have played there a couple times. But, um it always made it—oh wow, that feels so good—worse.”

She felt his smile against her neck and he asked, “Worse how?”

“I’d get so close and most times I could never reach it and it seemed like I, I don’t know, I always ended up more needy and frustrated than when I started even if I did.” She looked up at him and confessed, “Those few times I could make something happen were nothing like what happened this morning. It’s like the difference between the pop of a balloon and a nuclear explosion.”

“Zoe, darlin’.” His voice was pure masculine purr and she trembled like a tuning fork for him. “When I tell you, you are going to spread those pretty legs for me. Wide. Then when I touch you, you’re going to come for me.”

“Oh God, oh God, oh God.” She gulped and tightened her grip, not doubting him for a minute, considering the way she felt.

There was that warm chuckle again—it tingled in her ear and flowed along her insides like wine. “Zoe,” he said, lifting his head to watch her, “Open your legs.”

She held her breath and spread her thighs. Zoe watched his face as he watched his hand while he slid three blunt fingers down and over her slit. That first brush over her clit arched her hips off the bed with a cry. He used the heel of his hand to push her back down and then stroked those fingers over her ultra-stimulated clit once again. The rough texture electrified already sensitive nerves and Zoe felt a fresh rush of moisture flood her. The tender bundle of flesh felt ten times its normal size, and each taunting pass over it brought her closer and closer to that shattering pinnacle.

“That’s it, darlin’.” Gage’s voice was like gravel in a blender. “God, you are so close. Right there.
Right there.
”

That was it, just one last firm circle and it happened. A deep pulsing contraction clenched her core with stunning pleasure and she screamed with the force of it. Her hips pumped and jerked. She heard Gage growling encouragement, and he used one of his massive thighs to hold her legs open since she’d lost all ability to keep them where he’d instructed. As she flailed under him, he didn’t ease up—those wonderful relentless fingers continued to press and circle, wringing the orgasm out endlessly so she came and came and came.

Chapter Eleven

Gage was going to lose his fucking mind. Watching her come was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—when he told her as much, she blushed and hid her face in his shoulder. Later he would be charmed by her bashfulness after such beautiful abandon. Right now he was too turned on to appreciate it.

As he shifted over her body and positioned himself between her quivering thighs, he reminded her, “Put your hands back where they go, sugar.” He waited until she had a firm hold before he looked down at her core. She was wet and swollen, and the perfume of her arousal caused his mouth to water like a fucking faucet. He wanted to sink in and gorge himself until her juices filled his stomach and her screams filled the air, but this was another first for her and so he chose to savor each new revelation slowly. One step at a time. For tonight this would have to be enough.

As he sat back on his heels and spread his knees a little wider, he slid his fingers back to her still-pulsing flesh. She moaned, and her hips flexed up to him like a cat flexed into her master’s petting. It made him smile. Slowly, with an eye on her face to watch for signs of distress, he pushed his longest finger into her. The muscles there were tight—wet and scalding—like sinking his hand into a pool of melted wax, and his groan was louder than hers.