"Gage," she whispers, and then she's kissing me again, deeper this time, with a hunger that makes my head spin.Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling slightly, and I groan against her mouth.
When we break apart, we're both breathing hard.She rests her forehead against mine, eyes closed.
My hands slide up her back, fingers finding the zipper of her dress.Her hips shift, rolling against me, and every coherent thought I had vanishes.
"Wait," I breathe, hands stilling on her zipper."Are you sure?Tonight's been intense, and I don't want you to think…"
She silences me with a finger pressed to my lips, her eyes opening to meet mine."I'm sure.I need this.I need you."
The raw honesty in her voice undoes me completely.I search her face one more time, finding nothing but desire and trust staring back at me.
"Skye," I murmur, but it comes out like a prayer.A plea.A promise.
She kisses along my jaw, her breath hot against my skin."I don't want dinner."
"No?"
She shakes her head."I want you."
The confession hangs between us, soft but charged, until I reach for her dress.Then, I pull the zipper down slowly, my fingers trailing along her spine as the fabric parts.She shivers at my touch, her back arching slightly as the dress loosens around her shoulders.
"Stand up," I say softly, my voice rougher than I intended.
She slides off my lap, standing between my knees.The dress pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace that makes my mouth go dry.She's stunning, all curves and soft skin that I want to map with my hands, my mouth.
"You're staring," she says, but there's no self-consciousness in her voice.Just heat.
"Can't help it."I reach for her, hands settling on her hips, thumbs tracing the edge of her underwear."You're perfect."
She steps closer, her fingers working at the buttons of my shirt."Your turn."
I let her undress me, watching her face as she concentrates on each button.There's something intensely intimate about it, more so than what's about to happen.The care she takes, the small furrow between her brows, the way her fingertips brush against my chest as she works her way down.
When she pushes the shirt off my shoulders, her hands linger, tracing the lines of my collarbones, my shoulders, and down to my biceps.I stay still, letting her explore, even though every touch is like a match to gasoline.
"I wasn't just overwhelmed about the spa," she confesses quietly, eyes following her fingers as they trail down to my chest."I was overwhelmed by you.What you did for me."
I catch her wrist, bringing her palm to rest over my heart."I'd do anything for you, Skye.Anything."
Her eyes meet mine, dark and vulnerable in a way I've never seen before.She takes a deep breath, her chest rising with it, and I feel something shift between us, and it’s fundamental and irreversible.
"I know," she whispers.
That's all it takes.My hands are skimming up her thighs, memorizing every inch.
Her skin is warm silk under my palms, and when I hook my fingers in the lace at her hips, she doesn't hesitate.She lets me pull them down, stepping out of them gracefully.
"Come here," I murmur, guiding her back to straddle me as I sit back on the couch.She settles over me, her hands braced on my shoulders, and I can feel her trembling slightly.Not from nerves, but from want.
"Tell me what you need," I say against her throat, pressing soft kisses there.
"Just you," she breathes, her hips rolling against mine in a way that makes me see stars."Always just you."
I lift her slightly, positioning myself, and when she sinks down onto me, we both go perfectly still.The sensation is overwhelming.She's so tight, so perfect around me that I have to close my eyes for a moment to regain control.
"Open your eyes," she whispers, cupping my face."Look at me."
I do, and what I see nearly stops my heart.There's no shield, no wall, nothing but raw emotion in her gaze as she moves.Slow, deliberate rise and fall that has my fingers digging into her hips.