He grabs where my hand is holding his arm and spins us so my back is to the door. He pushes in until his chest is pressed against mine, his face inches away. I know it is meant to be threatening, but I couldn’t help my reaction. My breath quickens, and my c**k jerks to attention in my jeans.
What the f**k is wrong with me?
Gage catches my reaction and steps in closer until our entire bodies are touching, not even a breath separating us. “You like this, don’t you?” he asks. “You like my body pressing into yours.” How did we go from arguing about Alessa to him pressing me against the door? He shifts his hips, and I feel his hard c**k rub against mine. My head falls back onto the door with a thud, all the fight leaving my body. “Tell me,” he demands.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he demands again,
