I was in over my head.
I was almost glad I had tonight to take my mind off physical activities with Gideon and what he’d think of me.
Iwasrusty. I’d never been a firecracker about a damn thing in my life. I didn’t even light them off.
He turned off the main gravel road that led to the long, winding road to his dad’s place. I frowned andpeered out the window. I wasn’t familiar with their land, but this road was narrower and bumpier. It was little more than a dirt path with two wheel tracks.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“You’re going to pick a hole in those leggings.”
I glanced down to where my hand was scratching at the seam on the side of my thigh. “I’m nervous.”
“I know. You about jumped outta your boots when I put my hand on the small of your back yesterday.”
Did he realize how casual he sounded? Did he get more relaxed with increased pressure? Figured.
The road went through a scattering of trees. There was a short approach that led to a wire fence. He stopped, turned around, and parked with the car facing in the direction we’d come from.
“I can do some breathing exercises.” I closed my eyes and inhaled—one, two, three.
His heat crowded me before I heard the click of his seat belt and then mine. His fingertips touched my jaw and tilted my face toward him. “I have a better idea.”
His mouth landed on mine.
Stunned, I quit picking at my leggings and kissed him back. I twined a hand around the back of his neck. The short prickles of his tightly trimmed hair tickled my palm. His lips were soft but unyielding. I clutched his shoulder with my other hand, fisting my fingers in the material of his expensive polo shirt.
A whimper left me and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside. I was twisted in my seat and so was he. The console was between us, but we were wrapped up in each other.
He cupped my face, his long fingers in my hair. His tongue had my sole focus. Where’d this guy learn how tokiss? I never thought about my kissing ability. No complaints meant it was good enough, but Gideon was robbing me of breath. I was running a marathon while he was on a leisurely stroll.
He broke the kiss, only to nibble a path across my jaw. “You taste like sunshine and candy.”
I tipped my head back as he kissed a path down my neck. My eyes fluttered open when he bunched up the hem of my dress.
I jerked when warm fingers touched my abdomen. This wasn’t my best position. I had a belly and hips. Curvy might be in, but those curves also formed rolls when sitting like this. I wasn’t splayed across a settee like a Renaissance model.
A disapproving growl came from him. He brushed his hand up my side to skim underneath my bra, then he cupped a breast over the material. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasped.
He kissed up my neck and nibbled my earlobe. A shiver rippled its way down my body as he worked his wicked fingers under the cup of my bra.
Oh god. How could getting to second base blow away any other experience I’d had?
“Gideon?” I whispered, but I didn’t know what I was asking for.
My breast was free of the material and he stroked my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. In the time since he’d put his mouth on me, a direct connection between my boob and my pussy had formed. A steady thrum pulsed between my thighs, growing stronger and more demanding.
He claimed my mouth again, and again, I whimpered. I stuffed my hands in his hair and held on for dearlife. He kissed me senseless. There was no part of my mouth he didn’t explore with his tongue. I was his to devour.
When he pulled away, I let out a needy moan and blinked. I should be embarrassed, but damn. Why’d he quit?
He removed his hand and gently tugged my bra cup back into place. Then he smoothed my dress down. Humiliation was creeping up into my stunned brain. Except for some ruffled hair, he appeared unbothered. How could he kiss like that and just... stop?
He slid his hand around my neck and stroked my jaw with his thumb. “What’s going on in that sharp mind of yours?”
I’d take the compliments where I found them. “You just stopped.”
