“Dec…” Gideon’s tone of voice suggested he was about to make some excuse. I put my finger over his lips. He waited. The heat of his breath swirled over my hand.
“I know,” I said. “I know it’s fast. I know we don’t know a lot about one another. I know I just broke up with someone.”
Gideon growled at the mention of Josh. I moved my hand to caress his cheek.
“But I’m attracted to you.” I swallowed. “I want to explore this with you.”
“I wasn’t going to stop this,” Gideon said as he pressed his cheek into my palm. “I don’t think I could. I’ve never felt this way about someone before. I want to get to know you…”
“Good,” I said. “Kiss me.”
“Always.” Gideon wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
Desire shot through me. It felt like lightning, leaving a trail of red-hot heat in its wake. I’d never responded like this to anyone.Ever. How could I want him so much already? Everything about this man excited me. He could probably look at me at this point, and I’d come.
His lips brushed against mine. It was sweet. It was tender. It wasn’t what I wanted.
I arched into him as I opened my mouth. He grunted and tightened his arms around me. His face knocked against my glasses, pushing them askew, but I didn’t care. I just wanted more of Gideon.
“Yes.” I groaned.
That was more like it. I wanted him to lose control, because I couldn’t be the only one barely hanging on. The air between us felt charged. An almost tangiblesomethingconnected us, flowed over us, and tickled our skin. Was this just an extension of my attraction to Gideon? Was it more? I didn’t know. And right now, I didn’t care either.
Gideon pulled back and stared at me in wonder. “You taste like spice cake. Is that your magic?”
“Don’t know, but I hope you like spice cake,” I whispered as I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck to pull his mouth back to mine again.
He must have been okay with it, because he was kissing me again. I lost myself in the feel of his mouth and his body and his hands. I clutched his broad shoulders. I rubbed my hips against him. I let out very manly moans.
At least I hoped they sounded manly.
I was being ridiculous, wasn’t I? Because who the fuck cared about how my moans sounded?
“Need to touch you,” I said.
“Yes,” he agreed.
Our words broke whatever scant control we’d had. Suddenly, he was tugging at my shirt. I was working to open his belt.Skin. I needed to feel his skin beneath my fingers. I needed to feel his hands on me.
There was the sound of fabric ripping. Then my torso was bare without us ever breaking our kiss. I’d never liked that shirt anyway. His hands glided over my heated skin with a firm touch. I’d never been so turned on in my life while still dressed from the waist down.
“Too many clothes,” I mumbled against his mouth. I was desperate to feel every part of him.
“Yes,” he agreed again. This time, it sounded more like a growl.
And wasn’t that hot as fuck?
And I loved how he was so damned agreeable to all my brilliant ideas.
“Wait, do we need condoms?” I didn’t know how far we were taking this today, but we should be prepared, right?
Gideon shook his head. “Don’t need them. Wolf shifters can’t spread infections or diseases like that.”
I was going to ask more questions, because how was that even a thing? But then Gideon drew his tongue over my neck, and I didn’t care about the details. I could figure that out later. Much later.
Hands stroked and explored and caressed as we removed each bit of clothing from one another. Gideon pulled back and stared into my eyes. His amber irises almost appeared to be glowing, and I wondered if that was his wolf pressing forward.
Was it weird that seeing that turned me on?
