Page 45 of The Billionaire's Angel

When he lifted his head and said, “I'm taking this off,” I was so out of my head I had no idea what he was talking about. He tugged on the cotton pooled around my waist, and I understood. My nightgown. He wanted to take my nightgown off. Hallelujah. It was abouttime.

“You too,” I said, eyeing his T-shirt and pants. I wanted his skin againstmine.

“Don’t move,” he remindedme.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “My head feelsfine.”

“Humor me,” he said. Sliding his hands beneath the nightgown, over my shoulders, he peeled it down my arms, tugging it off beneath me, urging me to raise my hips just a little. Hooking his fingers in my panties, he drew them down along with my nightgown. He eased off the end of the bed, taking the nightgown with him, and I watched with wide eyes as he stripped off his ownclothes.

At the sight of his aroused, naked body, my mouth went dry. Gage was beautiful. Strong and tall and imperfectly perfect with scars on his smooth skin and all those gorgeous muscles. My eyes took in his erect cock and skated nervously away. I'd never really seen one, an erection, up close like this. Anthony had been a strictlyin the dark missionarykind of guy, over and done before I could really payattention.

Gage's cock was a thing of beauty, long and thick, standing proudly. It was enticing, and a little scary. I hadn't expected it to be so intimidating. My brain said it wasn't going to fit, but my body was more than willing to give it atry.

Then he was back on the bed, but he only came halfway up, stopping with his shoulders pressing my knees wide, his face between my legs. I started to sit up, tried to put my hand there to block him, suddenly embarrassed and awkward. I knew what he wanted to do. At least I thought I did. I'd read about it, but no one had ever—I hadn't reallyimagined.

Before I could get my thoughts together, Gage's hand closed over mine, and he eased it back, baring my body tohim.

“Do you want me to stop?” heasked.

Before I could get my head together enough to answer, he pressed a kiss right there, right on the center of all my need, all my pent up desire. I shuddered with the illicit pleasure. I’d never imagined being kissed there, but now that Gage had, I wanted him to do itagain.

He pulled back and rose up above me, his eyes on mine. “I'll stop if you want me to, but I think you should trust me. Can you dothat?”

His lips touched mine, and I tasted myself on him. I was done with thinking. Done with being embarrassed or afraid. I nodded. Gage settled back between mylegs.

I tried to brace myself for what was coming, but I had no clue. His tongue traced me, taking his time. He wasn’t in a rush, or racing to some end goal, trying to make me come so he could gethis.

Gage explored me, tasting, teasing me until I was writhing against the pillows, gasping from the rising tension. When he closed his lips over my clit and sucked, the crash of pleasure took me by surprise, and I cried out, rolling my hips into his mouth. He murmured his approval against me, the rub of his lips drawing out myorgasm.

He pressed his cheek to my thigh, stroking my legs as the tremors in my muscles calmed, and I caught my breath. Just when I was sure he’d move over me, one long finger slid inside, parting my heated flesh, fillingme.

I had the fleeting thought that if one finger felt like that, there was no way he would fit. He proved me wrong when a second finger joined the first, smoothly pumping in and out, his fingertips grazing something inside that sent hot shivers up my spine, had me rocking into him, taking his fingers deeper andharder.

I was panting, calling his name, every nerve in my body wound tight with blissful tension when, finally, he withdrew his fingers and rose above me. I watched with desperate, fascinated attention as he picked up a condom from the side of the mattress and rolled iton.

Then he was back, pressing into me, and the stretch of his body inside mine was delicious. Perfect. I arched into him, taking more, wishing he would slam into me and push me over the edge into the orgasm that hovered just out ofreach.

Gage thrust in slowly, in gradual pulses that teased more than satisfied. It seemed to take forever before he filled me all the way. He stayed there, motionless, his breath ragged. His mouth came to mine, and he kissed me, more of those long, deep, languid kisses that spun my head in dizzypassion.

His hips moved in the same slow, patient rhythm, drawing in and out, fucking me with iron control. Gage trembled above me, pushed to the edge from holding himself back. Forme.

This man, this warrior who could take what he wanted, who could have anything, was claiming my body in slow, dreamy strokes, protecting me, treasuring me even inthis.

The pleasure built higher with each stroke. Every time I thought I’d hit the peak and would tumble into bliss, he slowed down and pushed mehigher.

I tore my mouth from his and begged. “Please, please, Gage, please.More.”

His mouth took mine again, this kiss raw and a little rough as he rode the edge of control. He moved faster, fucking me harder, sliding his hand under my shoulders and bracing me, trying to keep his thrusts from jolting myhead.

I wasn't feeling any pain. All I felt was Gage and the wave of pleasure he’d built so high I thought I would lose myself when it broke. And I did. The tension cracked open, and I fell into a bliss so sharp, so sweet it sucked me under, drowning my senses. Drowning me inGage.

He stiffened between my legs, taking me in short jerky thrusts, drawing out my orgasm. I tightened my legs around him, holding him to me, my mouth pressing kisses anywhere I could reach, his jaw, his neck, hisshoulder.

Tension drained from his body, and he rolled to his back, pulling me on top of him, his fingers stroking my hair from my face. When we both had our breath back, Gage slid out from under me and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the water run and the toilet flush before he reappeared, a washcloth in his hand. Warm, soothing heat between my legs. He was gone again for a minute before he returned, sliding into bed and pulling me into hisarms.

“How's your head?” he asked, his voice heavy andlanguid.

I giggled, the light, happy sound surprising me. I tightened my arm around his chest in a squeeze of reassurance. “All of me feels wonderful,” I whispered. I drifted into sleep, holding onto Gage, his heat and strength and kindness, and trying not to think about what we’d just done. How it would changeeverything.