I blink up at him. “Excuse me?”
“It’s been two years. I’m good to go, but I want to make sure thatyou’resure, baby, because—”
“Gideon, I need you inside me. I’m not going to get pregnant. I’ve only had this implant for six months. I haven’t had sex in more than a year. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”
I cup his face and lift up to kiss him, and then he’s gone, standing next to the bed, stripping out of his pants and boxer briefs.
And that’s when I see it.
His leg.
And I can’t stop myself from springing up and moving to the edge of the bed so I can see his scars. Without asking, I run my fingertips over the rough, pebbled skin of the two bullet holes and the long white scar that runs down the outside of his knee.
“Gideon!”
“Go with Richie. Get the fuck out of here, Lena.”
“I’m so sorry.”
I’m lifted up into Gideon’s strong arms, and he settles us back on the bed, lying on our sides, facing each other, and I move into him, hugging him close to me.
“No more of that,” he whispers, kissing the top of my head as his hands glide up and down my bare back, making me want to purr. “I’m just fine.”
Peppering his chest with kisses, I loop my leg up over his hip, and his hand immediately clutches onto my ass and pulls me right on top of him as he rolls to his back, settling my pussy over his long, thick, rock-hard cock.
“It’s never gonna fit.”
His lips tip up in a smirk.
“You’re going to take me perfectly.”
I slide back and forth, bracing myself on his solid chest, and then I lift up and position him right where I need him.
With my eyes locked on his, I start to lower myself, andholy God, he’s big.
The two-finger trick from earlier did nothing to prepare me for this man’s monster dick.
But once the initial burn subsides, it feelsso damn good.
“Talk to me, Rebel.” His hands cup my ass, fingertips digging into my flesh in such a delicious way, it makes my walls clench.
“I can’t.” I shake my head and come up to the tip, then work my way down again. “Words are gone. It’s too good.”
He pushes up, takes my nipple in his mouth, and tugs, and I squeeze around him.
“Fuck, baby.”
“That’s what we’re doing.”
Suddenly, I’m on my back, and he’s hovering over me, pushing inside me, until he’s fully seated. With his forehead resting on mine, he whispers, “Breathe for me.”
I didn’t even realize that I was holding my breath.
With my inhale, he pulls out to the tip, and then pushes in all the way again, and I pull my knees back, opening myself up to him even more.
“Incredible,” he murmurs against my lips. “Fuck, you’re incredible, Lena.”
His lips cover mine, and his hips start tomove. Long, slow strokes, as if he’s exploring every inch of my pussy, and when he licks his thumb and covers my clit, I start to see stars again.
