What She Wants: Cape May, Book 1 (6 page)

“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. Summer thought maybe she even had a rug burn on her ass, but she’d loved every second of it and simply couldn’t bring herself to complain about the minor sore.

They’d talked a lot too. Gage shared his life with her. He told her about his job as a private investigator, filling her in on some of his more interesting cases. He’d led such a fascinating life, and she couldn’t help but wonder why he was spending time with a woman who’d never been outside the state of New Jersey.

Gage had asked tons of questions about her parents, her friends, her dreams. Finally the conversation had turned to her marriage. She’d shared some of the grief she’d felt when she’d gotten the call about Seth’s car accident. Gage had listened intently to all of it. The day had slipped by in a whirl of excitement.

Now, as she stood in her bathing suit on her private porch, mere feet from her hot tub, which contained her drop-dead sexy lover, Summer’s temperature spiked.

“Come on, pretty baby, no one can see you. Slip out of that swimsuit and let me see that sweet body.”

Gage sat in the water, his arms spread out over the back of the hot tub, tempting her. He hadn’t even bothered with swim trunks. She couldn’t see below the water’s bubbling surface, but she knew the heavy erection that awaited her. Summer hooked her fingers beneath the straps of her turquoise suit and slid them down her shoulders. As her breasts sprang free, the night air hit her nipples. They hardened to painful peaks. She groaned and covered her face with her hands. “I cannot believe I’m doing this.”

“It’s just me,” Gage whispered, the deep baritone an invitation no woman could resist. “No one can see you.”

She removed her hands and looked around. The only light came from the many candles they’d placed around the patio and the full moon that lit up the sky. “I’m really glad I had the privacy fence built.”

Water splashed around as Gage slowly stood and came toward her. “Me too. So, what’s the problem?”

“I’ve never done anything like this. It feels so…wicked.”

The caress of his nearly black gaze had her buzzing with anticipation. “I like you a bit wicked, sweetheart.”

Summer took a deep breath before shimmying out of the suit entirely. The breeze coming off the ocean raised goose bumps along her arms. Gage held out a hand and helped her into the tub. The warm water chased away the cold and pulled her further into the erotic web Gage so effortlessly weaved around them. She shook a fraction when Gage took her in his arms. “Cold?”

She sank into the warmth and comfort of his embrace. “Not really.”

Gage cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. “Excited?”

She nodded, unable to speak past the lump forming in her throat. He leaned down and teased her with his lips. The kiss was light and quick. Enough to entice, but not enough to satisfy.

“I’m damned excited too. Feel.” He took her hand and drew it under the surface of the water. She cupped his cock in her palm and squeezed. Summer’s pussy throbbed with need.

He removed her hand and chuckled. “Too much of that and this party will be cut short.” He moved to sit on one of the benches, then pulled her down so she straddled him. “Mmm, such a pretty sight,” he said as his gaze zeroed in on her breasts. Her nipples tingled, as if begging for Gage’s attention. With the sole purpose of driving the man crazy, Summer cupped her breasts and started massaging the sensitive orbs. A slow curving of his lips filled Summer with a sense of feminine satisfaction.

“Allow me,” Gage murmured as he removed Summer’s hands and replaced them with his own.

Gage’s eyes took in the bounty before him, from her puffy pink nipples to her nipped-in waist. He wanted to lick her from head to toe. As he drifted his fingers over her nipples, watching them harden and pebble, Gage’s hunger intensified. “The first time I saw you, I wanted to fuck you, Summer.” She licked her lips and flexed her hands against his chest. “I watched you walk,” he admitted. “Your sexy ass beckoned me to squeeze. And these pretty, round tits.” He cupped one and groaned. “God, you have the most magnificent breasts I’ve ever seen. I imagined licking your nipples. My mouth waters for the taste of your sweet flesh, baby.” He shifted slightly and placed his cock between her slick folds, rubbing up and down, creating a firestorm of need.

“Gage, you’re driving me crazy.”

He moved his cock in a rhythm that nearly had him rocketing out of control. “You don’t get to come yet. First, I get to have a taste of these pretty tits.” He pinched her nipple and demanded, “Bring them to my mouth.”

Summer bit her lip and lifted a few inches, then pushed one engorged nipple against his lips. Gage groaned and opened wide, sucking as much of the creamy flesh as he could. Summer cupped the back of his head and mashed her breasts against his face. He flicked his tongue over and around the raspberry tip, then released her. “Such a sweet treat you are.”

He licked and nibbled at her other breast, and Summer’s moans turned to cries of need as he teased her to a fever pitch. Gage cupped both her tits and squeezed them together, licking hungrily at the valley they created. When he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close, Summer’s needy cries fueled his raging libido.

Releasing her flesh with an audible pop, Gage started to move away, but Summer’s fingers stiffened against his smooth scalp, as if loath to let him go. He pulled her off his lap and put her on her feet, enthralled by the rivulets of water traveling down the graceful curve of her belly, rounded hips and to the sweet pussy he so badly ached to lick and fuck.

She was somewhat unsteady at first, but quickly recovered her balance. He turned her around and nudged her to the bench opposite them. “Get on the seat, sweetheart, facing away.”

She didn’t budge. “I want to see you.”

He gripped her hip with one hand, vying for control, and let the fingers of his other hand play over the damp flesh of her ass for a few tantalizing seconds. He slipped his middle finger into the cleft separating the firm globes. “I want this.” He circled her anus for emphasis, and his cock grew another inch in anticipation of being buried inside the tight, little hole. “Will you give it to me, baby?”

“I-I haven’t done that for a very long time.”

His cock jumped for joy at her admission. “Not since Seth?”

“No. And only Seth. That’s not for just anyone.”

The nervous tension in her voice was easy enough to grasp. “I’m not just anyone. I won’t hurt you. I promise.” Gage pushed his finger a bare inch past the ring of muscles protecting the snug entrance, and Summer moaned his name. “I think this ass needs a good fucking.”

“Yes.”

At her acquiescence, Gage pulled his finger free and grasped her around the waist. He lifted her to the bench and moved behind her, caging her in with his larger body. He nudged her ass with the head of his dick and bit back the need to sink into her, balls-deep. His hand stroked her long, wet hair, smoothing it to one side until he revealed her vulnerable nape. As he leaned in and licked a water droplet off the delicate skin of her collarbone, Summer dropped her head to the side, giving him her complete surrender. Gage placed barely-there kisses up her neck to the back of her ear, while he used his other hand to guide his cock between the cleft of her ass. He took his time, teasing her with the slick, bulbous head as his lips sucked gently at her tender skin.

“Gage, please. I need you inside me. I can’t stand it anymore!”

He lifted his mouth an inch, his breathing ragged as he said, “Slow, Summer. It’s not a race.”

He grabbed the lubricated condom he’d placed on the side of the hot tub earlier and rolled it on. Careful not to hurt her, Gage pushed his dick inside her ass. No more than an inch and already his cock wanted to erupt. She spread her thighs wider, accepting and trusting. When she clutched the edge of the hot tub in a white-knuckle grip, he slipped in another inch. Summer shouted his name.

Gage took hold of her hips, holding her still. “Tell me what you feel.”

“Full,” she moaned. “I feel utterly filled by you.”

Another inch deeper and Gage had to tell himself to breathe. “Good girl.”

Summer pushed her ass backward, as if trying to force more of his dick inside the silky passage. “Be still,” he snapped, holding on to his control by sheer will.

He leaned down and kissed her shoulder, hoping to take some of the sting out of his harsh command. Summer relaxed, and Gage allowed more of his thick cock to sink deep. A tiny whimper from the wanton nearly shredded his sanity. In that instant, he knew she’d wrapped herself around his heart. As he watched her, Gage knew he wouldn’t be letting her go. No matter what it took, he would come back. He wouldn’t let her slip away from him.

Gage used his right hand to toy with the tempting bud of her clitoris. Her back arched and her ass clenched around him tighter than before. Jesus H, one squeeze and he’d be filling the condom with his come. He pinched her clit and put his mouth to the shell of her ear. “Come for me, pretty baby.”

As if she’d been waiting for permission, Summer screamed his name and arched her back as her orgasm took hold.

“Damn,” Gage whispered. “You are
so
hot.”

A rumbling growl escaped him as he pushed himself the rest of the way inside her ass. Pleasure mingled with pain as her body clamped around him.

“Baby, I’m not going to last if you don’t relax.”

Summer only shook her head, as if too lost in her own sensations to comprehend his words. Gage folded himself around her protectively and kissed the top of her head. Her inner muscles relaxed a measure, and Gage began a gentle glide. Soon the tempo picked up as he fucked her harder, faster, the water splashing around them as flesh slapped against flesh.

“Mine,” he bit out between clenched teeth.

“Gage,” Summer cried.

His cock swelled. Two more thrusts and his dick erupted deep inside her, filling the rubber with hot jets of his come. He’d never hated the use of a rubber more than he did in that moment. He stroked her clit, then grasped the bundle of nerves between his thumb and finger and gently pumped. Summer shouted his name as she joined him with another climactic finish.

Gage kissed the side of her cheek, then reached up and took her hands in his own, locking the two of them together. Gage hated having to pull out. In fact he could stay inside her snug body for about a century.

Summer collapsed against the side of the tub, exhausted and spent. Gage sighed and pulled his cock free of her in one smooth stroke. Goddamn, already he missed the connection. As he stood, he slid his arm behind her knees and neck, then swung her into his arms. Summer roused and looked up at him, and her dreamy expression zipped clear to his soul.

“First, I’m going to dry you from head to toe, then I’m going to give you one of my special massages.”

“A massage?”

He smiled at her husky voice. “A full body massage. By the time I’m through, you’ll sleep like a baby.”

“I think you’ve already got that part covered, Gage.”

He stepped carefully out of the tub and put her on her feet. He got rid of the condom before grabbing one of the towels from the lounger. He started on her feet and worked his way up. By the time he’d reached her breasts, he was semi-erect. Christ Almighty, would he ever get enough of the sexy vixen? But he already knew the answer to that question. Now to fix it so he could keep his very delightful Summer treat.

Chapter Nine

He was gone. It’d been a week—seven days, four hours and three minutes actually, but who was counting? Crap, Summer could still feel his kiss, his gentle stroke, the fullness of him inside her. His woodsy scent seemed to linger in the air. It didn’t matter where she was or what she was doing, she could still smell his intoxicating maleness.

He’d called her every night and during the day he sent her text messages, little teasers meant to keep her thinking about him. It worked like a charm. She woke with him in her mind and, when she went to bed at night, she hugged the pillow, wishing he were holding her in his arms. In the hot tub, he’d promised to come back. Or had he? Not in so many words. Was it just the sex speaking?

Try as she might, Summer couldn’t see it working. His life was in Ohio, and that was that. Summer hadn’t let on that she missed him, had tried to act chipper when he called, pushing her aching heart into a small corner. It wasn’t his fault she’d fallen for him in such a short time.