Entwined with You(22)

“Nope.” I felt him against the curve of my buttocks, a solid, weighty length. He wasn’t erect, but that didn’t stop him from gaining my attention. Curious, I reached between us and cupped him in my hand.


He hardened instantly. One black brow arched. “You copping a feel, angel?”


I squeezed him gently. “Now I’m hot and bothered, and wondering why my new neighbor isn’t putting the moves on me.”


“Maybe he doesn’t want to push you too far, too fast and scare you off.” Gideon’s eyes glittered in the light of the television.


“Is that so?”


He nuzzled his nose against my temple. “If he has half a brain, he’d know not to let you get away.”


Oh … “Maybe I should make the first move,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. “But what if he thinks I’m too easy?”


“He’ll be too busy thinking he’s damned lucky.”


“Well, then …” I wriggled around to face him. “Howdy, neighbor.”


He traced my eyebrow with the tip of his finger. “Hi. I really like the view around here.”


“The hospitality isn’t bad, either.”


“Oh? Plenty of towels?”


I pushed at his shoulder. “Do you want to suck face or not?”


“Suck face?” His head fell back and he laughed, his chest vibrating against me. It was a lusty, full-bodied sound and my toes curled at hearing it. Gideon laughed so rarely.


My hands slid under his sweater and glided over warm skin. My lips moved over his jaw. “Is that a no?”


“Angel, I’ll suck on any part of your body I can get my mouth on.”


“Start here.” I offered him my lips and he took them, sealing his mouth softly over mine. His tongue traced the seam, then dipped inside me, licking and teasing.


I burrowed into his body, moaning when he shifted to lie half over me. My hands slid up and down his back, my leg lifting to hook over his hip. I caught his lower lip between my teeth and stroked the curve with the tip of my tongue.


His groan was so erotic it made me wet.


My back arched as his hand crept beneath the hem of my T-shirt and captured my bare breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.


“You’re so soft,” he murmured. He kissed his way to my temple, and then buried his face in my hair. “I love touching you.”


“You’re perfect.” I pushed beneath his waistband to grip his bare buttocks. The scent and heat of his skin intoxicated me, made me feel drunk with lust and longing. “A dream.”


“You’re my dream. Christ, you’re so beautiful.” His mouth covered mine and I fisted a hand in his hair, clutching him to me with my arms and legs wrapped around him.


My world narrowed to just him. The feel of him. The sounds he made.


“I love how much you want me,” he said hoarsely. “I couldn’t stand being in this alone.”


“I’m with you, baby,” I promised, my mouth moving feverishly beneath his. “I am so with you.”


Gideon possessed me with one hand at my nape and the other at my waist. Settling over me, he aligned his hardness to my softness, his cock to my sex, and rolled his hips. I gasped, my nails digging into the rock-hard cheeks of his ass.


“Yes,” I moaned shamelessly. “You feel so good.”


“It’d feel better inside you,” he purred.


I bit his earlobe. “Are you trying to talk me into going all the way?”


“We don’t have to go anywhere, angel.” He sucked gently on my throat, making my sex clench hungrily. “I can put it in right here. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”


“I don’t know. I’ve changed my ways. I’m not that kind of girl anymore.”


His hand at my waist pushed my pants down. I gave a token wiggle and make a soft sound of protest. My skin tingled where he’d touched me, my body awakening to his demands.


“Shh.” Brushing his mouth over mine, he whispered, “If you don’t like it once it’s in you, I promise I’ll pull out.”


“Has that line ever worked for anyone?”


“I’m not feeding you lines. I mean every word.”


I gripped the steely curves of his butt and rocked up against him, knowing damn well he didn’t need any lines. A crook of his finger was all it would take for him to get laid by anyone he wanted.


Thankfully, he only wanted me.


Reveling in his playfulness, I teased, “I bet you say that to all the girls.”


“What other girls?”


“You’ve got a rep, you know.”


“But you’re the one wearing my ring.” As he lifted his head, his fingertips brushed the hair from my temple. “Day One of my life was the day I met you.”


The words hit me like a blow. I swallowed hard and whispered, “Okay, that’s a winner. You can put it in.”


The shadows left his face, chased away by his smile. “God, I’m crazy about you.”