expression pleased her.
“You aren’t so bad yourself, Gage.”
He pulled the throw blanket covering the foot of the bed over their heaving bodies before pressing his lips to the top of her head. “Sleep, sweetheart. You’ll need your strength for tomorrow.”
Unable to contain the rush of excitement, Summer buried her face against his chest. As Gage flipped off the light, plunging them into darkness, she sighed and let herself enjoy the feel of having a replete Gage Knight beneath her. “I could stay like this forever,” she murmured.
For a long time, Gage didn’t speak, and Summer was terribly afraid she’d ruined the mood. Just when she thought he’d fallen asleep, he said, “Me too, baby. Me too.”
The words were spoken so softly, Summer was sure Gage hadn’t intended for her to hear them. She feigned sleep and tried not to think about how much she would miss him once he was gone. Sleep would be a long time coming.
Chapter Eight
Summer came awake with a bright light in her eyes. Morning. As she squinted and pulled her foggy brain out of her dream world, she realized something wasn’t quite right. A warm, hard body was curved up against her back, one powerful leg nestled between her thighs. The memories of the previous night flooded back.
She tried to wiggle free, but Gage only grumbled and pulled her in tighter. When he pressed his lower half into her, his erection slid along the crease of her ass.
“Don’t move.”
Oh, God, his gravelly voice was such a turn-on. “I’m stiff,” she complained. “I need to get up.”
“Give me a minute and I’ll carry you to the shower.”
She laughed. “I’m not that stiff. I can walk just fine.”
He smoothed his hands down her belly until he cupped her mound. She trembled at the feel of his callused fingers so close to where she needed him. “Gage…” she breathed out.
“Take the day with me,” he said in a coaxing tone. “Let me show you how to play.”
She moaned as his hands continued their journey. He slipped his fingers between her legs and stroked her slit. She whimpered.
“Yeah, okay.”
He chuckled against her hair. She could feel the rumble of it all along her spine. Summer’s heartbeat sped up. She looked at the bedside clock and groaned. “I need to see if Tory’s available to fill in for me first.”
Gage pulled his fingers away from her pussy, which was a damn shame considering she was already wet and ready for him, then reached over and grabbed the phone. “Call her.”
Who was she to argue? Summer dialed Tory’s cell phone. It was early still and she fully expected it to go to voicemail.
“Hello?”
Not voicemail. “Hey, it’s Summer.”
“Let me guess, you want to know if I can fill in for you, right?”
“How’d you know?”
“I thought maybe you’d be, uh, distracted today. I took the initiative and let myself in.”
Gage shifted positions so she was flat on her back, his body pinning hers to the mattress. She nearly lost track of the conversation as he dipped his head and kissed her nipple. “You’re already downstairs?”
“Yep. Now quit jabbering and go have fun with that sexy hunk.”
Damn good idea, Summer thought, ending the call. “Looks like I have the day free,” she explained to Gage as he moved off the bed and pulled her into his arms.
“Good, because I want you again, but I think a shower would do us both some good.” He stopped, then stared at two closed doors. “Which is the bathroom?”
“The one on the left,” she mumbled as she rested her head against his chest and allowed him to carry her off.
The day had progressed from playing together in the shower to watching an old black and white movie. At least they’d tried to watch the movie. Gage kept distracting her with his lips and hands. After he’d sprinted back to his room to retrieve the condoms, they’d made love on the living room carpet. She’d never known a man to be so insatiable, so unrestrained.
Jarrett Hallcox, Amy Welch
Sex Retreat [Cowboy Sex 6]