“You’re cute when you’re jealous, Gid. I’m all yours. Tonight.” I knew I’d said the right thing when he reached out and took my hand. My words were meant to settle down the moment, break the tension that wound its way around my throat. But it backfired.
I couldn’t recall the last time someone had held my hand. Sure, in bed to restrain me, but like this? As if we were lovers? I gulped and tried to focus on anything but the way his large palm covered mine. He dragged his thumb across the delicate skin on top and let out a deep hum. God. He confused the hell out of me.
Sweet. Hard. Rough.
Five more weeks. I had him for thirty-five more days and I didn’t need to waste time thinking about feelings that scared me. I should focus on this man, this troubled yet wonderful man.
We drove in silence the rest of the ride and he parked in his large garage. I passed the bike—the one that had sparked our first fuck—and wiggled my eyebrows at him. “Want to go down Memory Lane?”
“No. I want you in my bed. Shower. Floor. Kitchen…you name it. Watching you waltz around in those pants almost killed me. I had to hide my goddamn boner at the game.”
“Mm. That would’ve been awkward, huh?” I leaned against the door, taking my time looking him up and down. “You seem to have a bulge in your pants now.”
“Yeah. Wanna help a guy out?” He caged me in, his minty breath hitting the skin under my ear. I shivered, leaning in to him to get as much as I could from him. I wanted to feel his lips on me, his rough beard rubbing against my skin. I grabbed his face, dragged my teeth over his bottom lip and kissed him. He’d stood up for me that night and words weren’t enough to thank him.
I wanted to show him. He opened my mouth with his tongue and gave me a soul-crushing kiss. It was deep—as if our tongues had been lovers in our past lives and were reunited for the first time. My body felt electrified, parts of me I kept hidden coming out. My heart raced, but it was different. It was a rhythmic beat, matching his.
“Gideon,” I moaned his name, not quite asking for anything, but he answered anyway. He picked me up, not breaking contact, and opened the door. There was a rush, but not a frantic urgency. It was a sweet rush, like each breath we shared had a countdown. He gripped a little tighter, kissed a little deeper and held my gaze a little longer.
I ground into him and enjoyed how taut his body got. I did that to him. I wanted to continue. He made the trip to his room in record time, his hands never leaving my body. “I want to lick every inch of you, but I can’t wait anymore.”
“Agreed, I need you inside me now.” I bit down on his ear and gasped when he tossed me onto his bed. “Hot, Gideon. You look hot as fuck right now.”
His eyes burned for me. The dark orbs danced with promises and he whipped off his shirt so fast I barely had time to register the muscles I loved to look at. He stalked to the bed, gripped the edges of my yoga pants and ripped them down my legs. “One day, I’m going to stay right between your legs for hours. But this will work for now.”
I gripped the sheets when he brought his tongue down on my swollen clit. I was soaked, my lips throbbing with need. He didn’t give me any warning before slipping two fingers inside me, and I clenched my teeth. The warm buzzing began, but it was too soon. He had me so fired up, it wouldn’t take more than a couple of seconds. “Stop.”
He froze, worry etched into his beautiful eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m so close already, I want to come with you.”
His expression softened and he leaned over me, pressing kisses along my ribs and up my chest. He removed my shirt with ease and brought a possessive grip to my side. He didn’t need to talk. He slipped out of his pants, put on a condom and lowered himself onto me. “You’re fucking beautiful, Fiona. So fucking beautiful.”
He slid inside me, his length the perfect size. I arched my back, moaning in pleasure. I dug my nails into his muscles when he thrust ever so slowly into me. He wasn’t in a hurry, and I relished his touches.
He brought his lips to my neck, my mouth and my eyes. I almost broke, that gesture so outside my comfort zone, but he stopped. He slid out of me and rolled me over. “I need to see you ride me, sweetheart. Can you do that? I want to see you lose control.”
I grinned at the encouragement in his voice. His pulse raced in his neck and I grabbed his shoulders, sliding down onto him. The position filled me, stretching me farther than before, but I rocked against him. I was drunk on power—the way he gazed into me and gripped my hips like a lifeline, or the way he said my name right before his legs tightened.
He lifted his hips just enough so the right pressure built around my core. I moaned, pushing myself to get the right angle, and I shook as a small explosion began in my lower stomach. It spread down my legs, through my toes and back up again. I cried, tears leaking out of my eyes when I rode out the best orgasm I’d ever had. Gideon bucked, digging his fingers into my skin when he shuddered against me. “Fiona,fuck.”
My entire body hummed when he gently set me on the bed next to him.Wow. That was the best…everything.I closed my eyes, listening to the sounds he made shuffling around the room and cleaning himself up. The bed dipped when he returned. “You’re fucking amazing.”
“You too, Gid,” I said without opening my eyes. He dragged his fingers across my peaked nipples, carefully trailing them up and down my body until they landed on my hip.
“Stay with me tonight.” He gripped my hip tighter and that small gesture changed everything. Suddenly, I wanted him for more than just a release. He’d become someone I cared about. I wasn’t sure how or when, but it was more than I’d ever experienced and it scared the hell out of me. “I’ll make you breakfast in the morning. Let me enjoy you when you’re with me, okay? I want you here.”
“Sure,” I replied with a tight throat. My body burned with desire and the urge to bolt out of there. But his eyes warmed when he looked at me, and the crook of his arm was perfect to slide into. “I’m staying for breakfast. That’s it. For food.”
“Of course. Food is the way to your hea—stomach. Food is the key. I get it now.”
“I’m a simple creature.”
“False. Now, get your cute ass closer to me.” He pulled my body toward him, giving me a clever grin. God, he was adorable. If I got any more involved with this man, I wouldn’t want to leave. I fought every urge I had to bolt and scooted closer to him. He enveloped me in his arms, his warmth radiating throughout my limbs. Our heartbeats matched rhythm, the deep vibration of his chest hitting my back. For one moment, however brief, I didn’t think about the next day. I didn’t think about my next course of action or the downfall.
I enjoyed the attention of a guy who understood me.
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