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In her fantasies about the moment when they finally made love, they had torn each other’s clothes off. But as he climbed into bed beside her, she knew real life was going to be so much sweeter and hotter than her secret middle-of-the-night fantasies—even if they weren’t ripping off their clothes.
Her son’s life depended on her decisions. So she had to make the right ones. And being with Gideon, she thought with a smile, was the best decision she could possibly make.
Yes, he had his demons. But who didn’t? She wasn’t afraid to help him vanquish those demons—just as he’d already proved he wasn’t afraid to help her vanquish hers.
They turned to face each other at the same moment, and he laid his hand gently on her cheek. So tender. So warm. So sweet and yet sexy all at the same time. “I don’t want to screw this up.”
“You’re not going to screw up anything with me.” She pressed her hand over his. “But even if you did, I would forgive you. Just like I know you would forgive me.”
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “I want tonight to be unforgettable. As unforgettable—and perfect—for you as it will be for me.”
“You’re already perfect to me.” She matched his hushed voice, aware of the boys just down the hall. “There is nothing you could do to make me think differently.”
Even as she said it, she knew Gideon would need proof. His past experiences meant he would never think he was good enough. Unless she could help him believe—unless she could show him—that he was better than anyone.
“Touch me,” she whispered. “I’ve longed for you, Gideon. I’ve longed for your kiss. I’ve dreamed of touching you, tasting you, feeling you inside me.”
His eyes went smoky blue as he stroked his fingers through her hair, pushing it behind her ear. “For so long, I’ve wanted to bury my face in your hair. To smell you. To drink you in.” He trailed his fingers around the delicate, sensitive shell of her ear, then down her neck to the hollow at her throat. “I’ve dreamed about licking you right here.” His voice was deep and husky with need. Need for her.
Rosie’s only other lover had been a shadow, only there to give her Jorge. In her heart, Rosie knew Gideon was the one she’d been waiting for.
He kissed the tip of her nose, then her cheek, her neck, his breath fanning across her face, his warmth following the length of her body. And as he pressed the lightest of kisses over her skin, she drank in his every feature. His long, golden-tipped eyelashes. The tiny flecks of green in the blue of his eyes. The scent and maleness of him. The rough pads of his fingers on her skin. She wanted to feel everything, remember everything, every moment, every detail.
And when he kissed her—finally—it was fire dancing on her lips. It was need growing in her belly. It was desire heating her sex.
She coiled her fingers around the nape of his neck and pulled up her leg to curl her foot around his calf. She opened to him, her lips, her body, her heart.
Gideon devoured her, sliding his tongue against hers, going deep, overwhelming her senses, from zero to one hundred in a millisecond. She was breathing hard, her breasts begging for his touch. But instead of answering her unspoken plea, he simply held her tight against him, ravaged her mouth, stoked the flames building ever higher inside her.
She pulled back slightly, his name on her lips. “Gideon.”
He trailed fingers of fire across her neck, down to the swell of her breasts, taking her lips again, even as he tugged up her T-shirt. Then his hand was on the bare skin of her belly, the rough texture of his fingers jangling her nerve endings and turning the switch on her body to hot-hot-hot.
“I want our first time to last forever,” he said. His mouth was on her neck, his lips tasting, his tongue licking.
“I’m not sure I can go slow.” She wanted it all, now, just as much as she wanted to savor every second.
“We’ve got all the time in the world, sweetheart.”
Oh, how she loved hearing the endearment on his lips. Sweetheart. She moaned as his fingers found the tip of her breast, gently squeezed. And her body ignited.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” She needed him to know how much he meant to her, so much more than that other man ever had.
As if he got the message, he swept her shirt over her head, baring every inch of her skin to him, except what lay beneath the triangle of silk bikini panty. His gaze was reverent as he took in her nearly naked curves. “You are so beautiful.” She was glad for the soft glow of the bedside lamp revealing the smoky blue of his eyes, the desire written there, the need etched in the lines of his face. “I couldn’t have imagined you more beautiful than this.”
“You’ve imagined me?”
“Hell yes.” His voice was so rough, so masculine, so sensuous as he danced one fingertip around her breast. “I imagined putting my mouth on you, right here.” He bent down and licked over her skin. “Feeling you go all hot and wet. For me. All for me.”
As he touched her, as he kissed her, as he drove her completely wild, she could barely think, barely do more than gasp out a needy moan.
“You captivate me, Rosie. Everything about you. You have from the moment I first saw you.” Then he dipped his head and did all the things he’d only imagined—and so much more—tasting her, loving her.
She bit her lip, trapping the cry of pleasure. The boys were close by, so they had to be quiet. But while keeping quiet was hard, in so many ways, it was delicious too.
“What else have you imagined?” she asked when she could find her voice.
“Trailing my fingers down your belly like this.” He slid his hand toward silk. And then lower still. Her belly quivered as he moved just inside the fabric. “And making you so hot you tear the clothes right off my body.”
