Fencing You In by Cheyenne McCray Page B

slowly pushing up her skirt, bunching the material at her waist.
    She gave a soft moan. He rested his hand on the silk of her panties and she felt tingles rush between her thighs. She wriggled on his lap again, letting him know she wanted more of his touch.
    As he continued to kiss her, he moved his hand from beneath her skirt, then reached beneath her short top, sliding the silky cloth of her blouse and camisole up and over her breasts. He groaned when his hand found her naked breast and her breathing hitched as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She arched her back and he moved his mouth from hers to her breast and he sucked her nipple.
    The movie was nothing but background noise that she barely heard over the rushing in her ears. So much desire filled her that she didn’t think she could handle another moment without feeling him inside her.
    “Gage.” She moaned as he adjusted her so that he could suck her other nipple. “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
    He raised his head and her wet nipples felt cool without his warm mouth on them. “This isn’t slow, Tess.”
    “Like you said, we’ve known each other quite a while.” She reached up and slid her fingers into his hair. “I’m ready. I want you.”
    “Are you sure?” His gaze was intense, his expression tight as he held her in his arms.
    She nodded. “I’ve wanted you for longer than I want to admit.”
    He gripped her in his arms and rose to his feet, holding her close. He headed in the direction of her bedroom.
    When he reached Tess’s bedroom, he carried her through the doorway and paused in front of her bed that was mounded with pillows.
    Her blouse fell back over her breasts and her skirt slid down her thighs as he set her on her feet. He shoved the pillows off her bed, leaving only the comforter. He switched on the light beside the bed, bathing everything in a golden glow.
    Fire was in his eyes as he returned to her. “Are you sure, Tess?” he asked her again. “I don’t want you to have any regrets.”
    “I won’t.” She grasped one of his hands and placed it on her breast. “Promise.”
    He paused for a moment, his hand warming her breast through her blouse. Then he gripped the hem of her blouse and she helped him pull it over her head.
    “I like this silky thing.” He pinched her hard nipples, which pushed against the soft fabric of her camisole and she gasped. “But it needs to come off, too.”
    She raised her arms as he slid the camisole over her head then looked at her bare breasts with appreciation. More erotic sensations traveled to her belly and between her thighs as he palmed her breasts. He moved his hands to the waistband of her skirt, pushed it down over her hips, and let it slide to the floor.
    A part of her wondered if she was being rash, if this was too soon. But a greater part of her wanted this more than anything. She’d intentionally worn the sexy lingerie, wanting Gage to unwrap her and see it. She had wanted to end up in bed with him.
    When she was standing barefoot in her panties, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. As his mouth took hers, he eased his hands down her body and pressed her up against him. His clothing was rough but she liked the feel of it against her naked flesh.
    She clung to him, bracing her hands on his shoulders as he lowered himself to slide her panties over her hips and push them down to the floor. She ached between her thighs, wanting him so much she could barely stand it.
    He straightened and she reached for the buttons on his shirt. With confidence, she unbuttoned each one until she reached his belt buckle and then she pulled his shirt out of his Wranglers. He rubbed her upper arms while she unfastened his belt buckle then went for the button of his jeans.
    “I can’t get enough of touching you.” His hands wandered, his fingertips exploring. “Your skin is so soft.”
    Her heart beat faster as she helped him remove his clothing. He shrugged out of his shirt