His words, the way he’s touching me—it sends me over the edge, and I scream as I come, my hips bucking up, meeting his lips.
“Breathe.” He works his way up and kisses my cheek, his fingers still inside me. “You have to breathe for me, Rebel.”
“Can’t.” I do gasp in a breath and feel him smile against me. “I think I died.”
“Not funny.” He slaps my pussy, making me gasp again.
He moves me effortlessly onto my side and spoons up behind me, lifting my leg and notching the head of his cock at my entrance. When he pushes inside, he steals my breath once more.
“So fucking deep,” I groan as he kisses over my shoulder. “Holy shit, Gideon. You’re so damn big.”
“And you take me so fucking well.” With my leg resting over his thigh, he reaches around and pets my clit, making me clench around him. “Like a fucking glove. You were made for me, Lena.”
Why does that make me want to cry?
I swallow hard and push back against him, wishing he’d pick up the pace and come so I didn’t feel so vulnerable, but he doesn’t do that. No, this amazing man pulls out and turns me around, so I’m facing him, and pulls my leg up, then slips back inside me and cups my cheek, brushing his thumb over my skin.
This is tender.
This is connection.
Christ, he’s making love to me.
“Gideon.”
He kisses me so softly, it makes my stomach clench.
“Mine,” he whispers against my lips. “Do you hear me?”
I can only nod, because if I speak, I’ll cry.
“Tell me.”
I shake my head no, and his eyes narrow. He grips onto my ass, pulling me closer, moving a little faster and harder, andthisI can do.
I can give him this.
“Tell me,” he says again, louder and more insistent.
Closing my eyes, I press my lips to his. “Yours.”
“Fuck.” His fingertips are rough now, surely leaving bruises that will make me smile later. I want his roughness. I want to make him lose control because Gideonneverloses control.
The head of his cock keeps brushing over that sensitive patch, and before I know it, I’m coming harder than ever, and with a groan, he follows me over, splashing inside me, and I know without a doubt that this has changed everything for me.
I’m in love with him.
“You’re not concentrating.”
Duh.How am I supposed to do that when he’s standing there looking like the epitome of sex?
We’re in the ring, and I’m supposed to be hitting him. Or trying to. I’ve only ever landed one punch, and that was to his stomach after flashing him my tits.
He’s been extra vigilant since then.
“We need a day off,” I tell him, but he scowls at me and crosses his arms over his chest, showing off his biceps. He’s in a black tank top,revealing not only the muscles but his tattoos as well, and it’s not fair that he looks that good.
Not fair at all.
