As soon as they were in the house, Gage grabbed hold of her hand and didn’t let go. He climbed the stairs up to his room two at a time. It took effort on her part to keep up, but she wasn’t complaining. She felt as though everything that had happened between them since her arrival had been leading them to this moment.
Walking through the doorway into his bedroom, he immediately pulled her against him. He thrust his hands into her hair, holding her head in place and kissing her to within an inch of her life. She met every bruising stroke of his mouth with equal intensity. Fire burned through her veins. She wanted more.
Gage didn’t waste any time removing her clothes. He released his hands from her head, only to slide them under the hem of her shirt. The fabric bunched under her arms as he
