So she breathed.
Hesitated.
And then she moved; she curled into him.
Slightly.
Barely.
But it was enough.
Gideon’s breath hitched. Not loud. Not dramatic.
But it was there.
And then, his arm tightened. Just a little.
Not to hold her down.
Enough to keep her.
And she let him.
CHAPTER 29
The Dawn of Something More
The scent of him surrounded her now—warm, grounding, undeniably Gideon. It should’ve felt too soon.
Somehow, it didn’t.
The worn cotton of his shirt clung to her skin, soft and oversized, brushing high along her bare thighs as she stretched beneath the covers. It drowned her in the best way—his scent, his warmth, his presence woven into every thread.
Oud Wood, that rich, smoky-spiced signature Tom Ford. Underneath it, a note that lingered darker. Earthier. Unmistakably him. A part of him she was beginning to crave.
His breath was slow and steady beneath her cheek. The rise and fall of his chest lulled her into a dangerous calm—one that felt a little too much like peace.
And now, in the golden hush of morning, cocooned in scent and silence, she wondered if… she could get used to this.
A shift stirred the sheets, the faintest pull of air, and her lashes fluttered open.
The covers had slipped down.
Her lungs seized on a breath she forgot how to take.
She blinked once, twice, her brain scrambling to reboot.
Oh.
Oh, hell.
Gideon lay beside her, half-covered, fully wrecking her. The man was… obscene.
A pair of black boxer briefs clung to him, criminally snug. Nothing about the fabric left anything to the imagination, least of all her.
If he was devastating in a suit, untouchable and commanding, then like this?
Bare. Relaxed. God-tier.
