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This was a Gideon she’d hoped would emerge. Fun and open, full of burning need and aching desire. “I can do that.”
Seconds later, his clothes were flying, and then he was breathtakingly naked before her.
“Gideon.” He was all bronzed skin and hard muscle. Dazzling. “You’re like a Roman statue.”
His mouth cracked in a smile. “One with a fig leaf covering the important parts? Or one without?”
She laughed with him, loving that he felt at ease enough with her to joke. “Without the fig leaf, preferably. And preferably with all your appendages attached too.” Once more, his fingers trailed her belly. “What else have you imagined?” she asked him, her voice shaky with need.
He looked along the length of her nearly naked body, then reached down between her legs and covered her with his big, hot hand, stroking her through the silk. “I can imagine making you beg, making you whimper, making you come apart for me over and over again.”
Before she could tell him she was nearly there already, he dipped deep inside the minuscule bikini panties, his hand covered by silk and lace…and found the heat of her. And as he played her, she clutched hi
s shoulders in her hands and rode the sweet wave of sensation, building, burning, blazing in his arms.
* * *
For so long, Gideon had been convinced he wasn’t good enough for Rosie, or for her son. But even that was no longer enough to keep him away. Whatever it took to be even half as good as she was, whatever he had to do or work on or change to deserve her, any sacrifice, any challenge, it was all worth the chance to be with her.
There had never been anyone like Rosie. Nothing near as sweet as the feel of her skin and the sound of her voice. He could be happy with just this, giving her endless pleasure with his hands and mouth, and never ask for anything more.
But he wanted to give her more, wanted to fulfill all her fantasies, wanted to make every dream she’d ever had come true.
Her eyes fluttered open, dark and dazed. “Wow. That was even better than I imagined. And I have an amazing imagination.”
“It only gets better from here.” He knew he sounded cocky. But he didn’t care. Because he damned well intended this to be the best lovemaking she’d ever experienced.
Then she reached down between his legs, wrapped her hand around his erection, and oh yeah, there was so much more he wanted and so much more he wanted to give her.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered. “I want to touch you. I want you inside me. And I want it all now.”
He would never survive her mouth on him. But Rosie was taking no prisoners as she pushed him flat on the mattress and crawled down his body. As she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed, then took him in her mouth, he gave himself up to her. Of all the women in all the world, Rosie was the only one who filled his heart, the only woman to whom he could ever imagine feeling this connected.
He wound his fingers through the silk of her hair as she whisked him away to a world of sensation. There was just her mouth on him, her skin so soft, his heart beating crazily. When he couldn’t take a moment more, fearing he’d go up in flames, he pulled her over him.
But before he made love to her, he needed her to know everything in his heart.
“You are the smartest, most beautiful, amazing, independent, sexy, strong, desirable, funny woman I have ever known. You make me feel alive again in ways I never thought I would.”
For a long moment, she didn’t speak. She simply stared into his eyes as if in wonder. Until, finally, she said, “You captivate me too, Gideon. Every single thing about you. The light, the dark, the gentle, the rough. I want every inch of you—heart and soul—to be mine.”
His heart full, near to bursting like never before, he rolled over her, took her lips, going deep, long and lingering.
They were both breathless when he surfaced. “I want to worship your perfect body forever,” he murmured against her lips. “I want to make you feel so much pleasure you can hardly stand it.” He slid down to take her breast in his mouth, to pleasure her with sweet licks and tiny bites. “I want to watch you try to keep all those delicious moans inside…and finally realize you can’t. Because it feels too damned good.” He trailed kisses down her belly, licked around her belly button, then spread her legs. As he drew a finger down her center, he felt her shudder and squirm. “I want to make you come apart into so many beautiful pieces that you forget your name.” He buried his face in her, drank in her scent, her taste, her tremors, then pushed her higher with his lips, his tongue, his fingers. Her muscles tightened, squeezed, contracted.
Then, without a sound, bliss took her over, head to toe, inside and out. He drew every ounce of pleasure out of her climax, kissed and caressed her until she was trembling all over from the aftershocks. Only then did he move slightly away from her to open the bedside drawer and grab protection. Sheathing himself, he went up on his haunches, pulled her to him, spread her legs over his, grabbed her sweet, gorgeous hips, and plunged deep.
“Yes.” The one word on her lips was grace. Need. And most of all, joy.
Everything about her was soft, and everything about him was hard as he stroked her slowly on the inside, making her crazy but keeping his own control. He wanted her completely wild before he let go.
But God, she felt so good wrapped around him. And there was such beauty in her rapture, her expression so open, her pleasure so complete.
The moment she started to let go again, coming apart on a gasp and a shudder, he plunged right over the edge with her.
And nothing would ever be the same.
He would never be the same.
