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Chapter 63

Gage

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“Oh God,” Bree moaned, her voice soft and sinful, making a grin stretch even wider across my face. “It’s so good.”

A low chuckle escaped me as my palms slid lazily up and down her thighs, the warmth of her skin seeping through my hands. I was standing right between her legs, the perfect vantage point to watch my girl devour the cookies I’d baked a few days ago, back when the pressure inside me had been too much to handle and I’d needed something–anything–to occupy my restless energy.

“I’m gonna get so fat if you keep baking like this,” she mumbled through another bite, crumbs clinging to the corner of her lip like tiny flecks of temptation.

“I ain’t complaining, gorgeous,” I murmured, my eyes locked on those crumbs as if they were something dangerous, something erotic. Never in my life had I been so jealous of food. My fingers flexed against the bare skin of her thighs, loving how the hem of her dress had ridden up, parting just enough for me to grip her. The softness of her skin under my palms, the slight tremble in her legs–it was everything. “Keep making those noises, and I’ll make you whatever you want.”

Her blue eyes met mine, shimmering with all the things she’d confessed earlier. I’d waited so long to hear those words from her lips, to feel her walls come down and finally let me in, that I hadn’t realized how much I’d crave every little echo of them afterwards.

“You’re gonna spoil me, aren’t you?” she teased, narrowing her eyes just slightly, though her lips curved into that slow, devastating smile of hers.

“Completely and utterly rotten,” I answered without hesitation, the truth of it etched into every word. My grin broke loose before I could hold it back.

A soft giggle tumbled from her lips, her gaze dropping to the cookie in her hand, a loose strand of hair falling forward to frame her face. She looked like a painting–messy, radiant, absolutely mine. My body moved before my mind could catch up; my fingers brushed through the loose strand of hair, feeling the silky texture slide over my knuckles before tucking it gently behind her ear. The simple touch brought her eyes back to mine, like a magnet.

“I’m gonna treat you so good, Bree,” I said quietly, the sound of my voice rough even to my own ears. I held her gaze, making sure she felt every word. “I’m gonna make sure you never doubt yourself. Not around me. Not around anyone else. You’re my girl. You’ll always be my girl.”

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Her smile widened, slow and certain, lighting up her eyes like the sky before dawn. “I’m your girl,” she whispered back, a quiet confirmation that made my chest tighten.

“Damn straight you are,” I murmured, my voice firm but low, the possessive edge in it impossible to hide.

I leaned in before I could stop myself, my tongue darting out to catch the crumbs at the corner of her mouth, tasting sugar and her all at once. She stiffened just slightly in my arms, her breath hitching to a halt, and for a heartbeat I wondered if I’d overstepped–if I should have been stronger, kept my hunger for her in check. But I couldn’t. Not with her sitting there like that, looking at me like I was the only thing in the room that mattered.

“I’m sorry, I-”

I didn’t get another word out before her arms locked around my neck, pulling me into a kiss that stole the air right from my lungs. Her lips slammed against mine, desperate, hungry, raw. A groan broke from my throat before I could stop it, and Bree used that moment to push her tongue into my mouth, meeting mine with a heat that set every nerve in me on fire.

My hands slid down from her thighs to her hips, my fingers digging into the soft fabric of her dress before I hauled her against me. She tasted like sugar and smoke, like the marshmallow cookie she’d just eaten–sweet and sinful, dangerous enough to ruin me.

She pressed closer still, her breasts crushed against my chest, her heart racing against my own. Her fingers tangled in my hair, keeping me where she wanted me, her kiss demanding, claiming. The world fell away. There was only her. The way her body fit against mine like it had always been meant to.

“I want you so bad,” she breathed, her words trembling against my lips. “I need you, Gage.”

The sound of my name falling from her like that–shaky, wanting–sent something deep and primal through me. My hand slid lower, cupping her ass and pulling her flush against the ache pressing against my jeans. I felt her gasp into my mouth, felt her hips twitch against me, and I lost the thin thread of control I’d been holding on to.

“You have me, gorgeous,” I rasped, my mouth brushing her jaw, then trailing lower until I found that spot at the base of her neck. I kissed it once, soft, then harder. “f**k, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

Her breath hitched when my tongue traced over her skin, her hands fisting tighter in my hair. I sucked lightly, then deeper, the taste of her making my head spin. I wanted to mark her. Wanted to make sure that the world knew exactly who she belonged to.

“God, Gage…” she moaned, tilting her head to give me more, her voice barely a whisper. “I wanted to wait. I wanted to make sure you knew how much I wanted you.”

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A dark chuckle rumbled from me, low in my chest. I leaned back just enough to see her, to take in the mark I’d left there–bright, red, and blooming fast. “Yeah?” I murmured, brushing my thumb over it, loving the way she shivered.

“I mean,” she continued, her eyes flicking down, shy but glowing, “I want you–don’t get me wrong. But I want you. I want to be your girlfriend. I want to be your everything.”

Her words hit me right in the chest. For a second, I forgot to breathe. All the waiting, the wanting, the sleepless nights thinking about her–about us–it all came crashing down into that one moment.

“You are my everything, Bree.” My hands came up to cradle her face, my thumbs brushing her flushed cheeks. “You’re my camp girl–the one I couldn’t help but fall for. You’re my girlfriend -the one I fought for, the one I’ll never let go. And you’ll be my fiancée one day. My wife. The mother of my children.” I smiled then, unable to help the heat in my voice. “You’re my girl, Bree. And if you want me“-I smirked, my forehead resting against hers-“who the hell am I to deny you?”

Her breath trembled as she smiled, her lips curling into a teasing grin. “God, you’re so hot when you say stuff like that.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head at her. But, f**k, it was so nice to be appreciated like that. Every time she looked at me like I was the only one in the room, every time her voice dipped just a little softer when she said my name–it hit me right in the chest. It felt like I’d been telling everyone else for weeks that she was mine, staking my claim with only words, but now… now I could finally say it to her. See it land. See how much it meant.

Right then and there, I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t stop. I would keep telling her. I would keep showing her. I would never let a single doubt creep into her head about where she stood with me. She’d always know. She’d always feel it.

“Oh yeah?” I murmured, my voice low and teasing as my hands slid to either side of her on the counter, palms braced on the cool surface. I leaned in until we were nose to nose, until her breath mingled with mine. Caging her in, making it so our faces were almost on equal height. “What are you gonna do about it, gorgeous?”

Her cheeks flushed a shade that could knock me to my knees, the pink blooming down her neck and into the valley of her chest, heat spreading like a slow tide. It took a Herculean effort not to follow that heat with my mouth, not to let my eyes dip and stay there. She shifted under my stare, and I caught the flicker of something else–hesitation. Her teeth worried at her bottom lip, not in that playful way she usually did, but out of nervousness.

I didn’t like that one bit.

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I wanted Bree to be comfortable with me in every single way. Whether she wanted to curl up on the couch eating cookies or crawl into my lap and tell me what she wanted–especially when it came to us–she should never feel like she couldn’t ask. She should always know that with me, it was safe.

So I softened, leaning in until my nose brushed the side of her throat. I felt her pulse jump beneath my touch before I whispered, “Close your eyes, gorgeous.”

She hesitated for a heartbeat, then took a deep breath, her chest rising against mine. I felt

the shift in her as her lashes fluttered down, trusting me.

“Imagine you’re reading one of your books,” I continued, my voice just above a murmur as I inhaled the scent of her perfume, sweet and a little wild. “One where the man has finally gotten his girl, and now he’s just dying to show her how much he wants her.”

A small hum escaped her throat, a sound that vibrated against my lips. Her hands found mine, fingers sliding up until they wrapped around my forearms. Slowly, she let them travel higher, feeling along my muscles as if she were mapping me.

“Tell me, gorgeous,” I coaxed, my lips brushing the shell of her ear now, “what would he do to show her that?”

Her throat worked as she swallowed, her breath hitching. “He… he…” she stuttered, her hands slipping up to my shoulders, then the back of my neck.

“Yes?” I prodded softly, gentling my voice even more, trying to coax it out of her.

“He would take her to bed,” she whispered at last, the words rushing out like a confession.

“And what would he do then?” I asked, my mouth pressing a soft kiss just below her jaw, giving her the courage to keep going.

“Make love to her,” she breathed, her thighs tightening around my hips, drawing me in. “He would wrap her up in his arms, he would kiss her, touch her everywhere. He would worship her all night long.”

A guttural groan left my lips, rough and low. My hands shot from the counter to her thighs again, gripping them, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my palms. “I’m gonna worship you all night long, gorgeous,” I promised, my voice shaking with how much I meant it.

Before she could even answer, I slid my hands fully under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly off the counter. Her surprised squeal filled the kitchen, her arms flying around my shoulders for balance. She clung to me, breathless, as I held her close against my chest.