“The moody CEO might’ve been attracted to that smart mouth.” He traced my bottom lip with his thumb. “And a few other things.” He trailed his fingers down my neck and over my breasts, softly cupping one side before moving farther down. He bracketed my hips with his hands.
I curled my arms around his neck. Disbelief rocked inside of me like it had been doing since I’d said my vows. I had Gideon James in my kitchen. I liked waking up to him. I liked chatting with him. I liked the Gideon who helped his dad, the one who joined me at school for special projects and the guy who helped cook breakfast for dinner with me.
He lifted me onto the counter.
I let out a squeal. “I’m too heav?—”
“Don’t you dare finish that.” He planted his mouth on mine, and a second later, our tongues were tangling.
He wedged between my legs, and I hooked my feet around his hips.
He kissed along my jaw to my ear. “Fuck, you taste sweeter and sweeter every time.”
“It’s the syrup.” I shoved my fingers into the strands of his already-dried hair. When he’d walked out of the bedroom with wet, spiky hair, I’d taken a mental snapshot. Just another way he was making my list of requirements for the guy I did settle down with impossible tomeet. Gideon was ruining me for anyone else, one casual look at a time.
“It’s not the fucking syrup,” he growled, dropping to his knees. “It’s you.” He tugged at my leggings. I had to lift myself off the counter so they could slide down my legs. He took the underwear with them too. The hungry way he eyed my pussy went on my list.
Yes, that. I had to have more of that. “Again? Aren’t you tired of, you know, doingthat?”
He’d said he had condoms. Had he forgotten them in the car? Giving me daily oral sex wasn’t part of the bargain.
The dark look he gave me stole all my questions. “Which part would I tire of?” He leaned in and licked through my seam.
My body went into autopilot. I leaned back on my hands and widened my legs. If he got tired of oral, a part of my world would permanently dim.
He caught my gaze and slicked a finger through where he’d just licked. “Do you think I could get tired of the way you get wet for me?” He pushed his finger inside and I moaned. “Or those sexy fucking sounds you make?” One thrust, then two, and he withdrew. I nearly combusted when he put his finger in his mouth and sucked my wetness off. “Maybe you’re worried I’ll get tired of having your flavor on my tongue or hearing you scream my name when you’re coming.”
I nodded because I couldn’t form words.
“My sweet little firecracker, I’m never going to quit craving you.” He tongued my clit again and didn’t let up. I let my head drop back and held on.
The desire inside me built, growing impossibly larger. I gave myself up to him, something I’d been doingsince we met, and slammed into my peak. When I careened over, fireworks went off behind my eyes. “Gideon!”
He increased the pressure and added a finger. I could feel myself squeezing around him and my climax got stronger—it’d be his cock next and this was already overwhelming in the best way.
“Fuck, Autumn.”
I was barely aware of him rising. I opened my eyes in time to see him ripping the corner off a condom packet with his teeth at the same time he was shoving his shorts down.
I was wet and dripping, and if I was supposed to be embarrassed, I couldn’t bring myself to care. His erection popped free, straining between us. He was big, his length lined with veins. I wrapped my hand around him, absorbing the heat and strength in my grip. He jerked under my touch, and the empty condom packet fluttered to the floor.
“Remove your hand, firecracker, because I need inside of you right fucking now.”
I took my time taking my hand off him. I wanted to play, but the promising look he gave me said I’d have plenty of time later. He shoved the condom on and notched himself at my entrance. I held on to his shoulders, loving the pressure of his almost intrusion but also needing so much more.
“Gideon?”
A tremor ran through him like he was holding back for me. “Yes?”
“I want you inside me.”
Resolution lined his face and he thrust in.
I gasped at the sheer pleasure, the feeling of fullness,of how overwhelmingly large he was, but also at how I adapted to fit perfectly around him.
He tipped his forehead against mine and rocked into me until he was seated all the way in. “Fuck.” A little withdrawal and thrust. “Fuuuuck.” Then his mouth was back on mine, consuming me.
I tasted myself, blended with him, and mixed with the way he was moving in me—I was lost. My arousal was a wall cloud, expanding and growing, preparing for another storm. With each thrust, my overly sensitive clit rubbed against him and tossed fuel on the inferno raging inside of me.
