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Chapter 18
Alex studied Gideon in the dim light from the window. His face was shadowed, but his eyes were bright as they watched her. Burning with need. With desire. For her.
Why had she told him all that? Basically asked him to have sex with her. She hadn’t had sex in almost two years. Was it like riding a bike? Did it all come back once you got started?
She had no idea. And she was afraid she’d disappoint him. That he’d be bored. Dissatisfied. A guy like Gideon could have any woman he wanted.
Swallowing, she whispered, “Are you gonna stare at me all night?”
His gaze devoured her. He focused on her mouth, and her lips tingled. When he raised his gaze to her eyes again, the need in his expression made her suck in a breath. “If that’s what you want,” he said, his voice a low, sexy rasp.
She shook her head. “I want a lot more than that, Wolf.”
He leaned closer and brushed his mouth over hers. Once. Again.
Just that simple, small kiss made her shiver. Sent rivers of heat flowing through her body.
Gideon propped himself on one elbow and looked down at her. “You told me it’s been a long time for you. Any time you want to stop, you just tell me to stop. Okay?”
She studied him in disbelief. She’d basically propositioned him. Asked him to have sex with her. Any other man would have dived right in.
But Gideon wanted to be careful with her. Without answering him, she pulled off the tee shirt she’d been sleeping in. Flung it away from her. Sucked in a breath when Gideon’s gaze fell to her breasts. His hand tightened on her arm, as if he were trying to restrain himself.
“Take off your shirt,” she ordered. “I want to see you, too.”
Without taking his eyes off her, he peeled the shirt over his head. Chucked it over his shoulder, where it disappeared into the darkness.
She lifted her hand to touch his chest. His muscles were hard. Taut. The dark hair dusting his pecs tickled her palm and his muscles quivered beneath her fingers. His six-pack abs disappeared into Yoda-patterned boxer briefs that hid a heavy bulge.
She smiled. The tough ex-FBI agent had a whimsical side. “Star Wars? Really?”
He shifted, but never took his eyes off her. “My mom’s idea of a gag gift.” He waggled his eyebrows. “You like them? ‘Cause there’s lots more where these came from.”
“Something to look forward to.” She let her hand drift downward to explore the hard length of him, but he curled his fingers around her wrist.
“Wait,” he muttered, one finger stroking the soft underside of her wrist. “If you touch me, I’ll go off like a rocket. I was intrigued by you in that Fargo restaurant, and it built from there. I intend to savor every moment of this.”
“Really?” She raised one eyebrow, skeptical. “You didn’t even know me in Fargo.”
“I liked what I saw.” He leaned closer. Traced a path from her collarbone to the hollow in her throat. “You were cataloging everyone in that restaurant. Looking for the threat. Focusing on the ones closest to you, including me. Smart, confident, capable women are sexy as hell.”
He tugged at her yoga pants. “And speaking of sexy, let’s take these off.”
She sat up and shoved the pants down her legs. Felt self-conscious, sitting in front of him naked, when his good parts were still covered.
He must have read her mind, because he said, “You’ll get your turn. Later. Right now, I want to explore you. Worship every inch of you. Taste you. Touch you. Learn everything there is to know about your body.”
Anticipation built, and she swallowed, eager for him to touch her. Wanting to run her hands over his muscles. Taste his kisses. “That doesn’t seem fair. Shouldn’t this be mutual? I want to explore you just as much.”
“We’ll be plenty mutual,” he assured her, pressing a kiss to her belly that made her squirm. “Later. My turn now.”
But instead of touching her, he pressed his mouth to hers. Nibbled on her lips for a long time, as if he needed to learn the texture and taste of every inch of them. Finally she opened her mouth to him, and he swept his tongue inside. Tangled it with hers.
As his tongue stroked hers, his fingers found her breast. He drew circles around her nipples, getting closer and closer without actually touching them. By the time he brushed his fingers over a nipple, her hips were rising from the bed.
He let go of her mouth with one last curl of his tongue around hers, and transferred his attention to her breasts. He sucked. Licked. Placed tiny kisses across her chest.
She heard herself panting. Her hips pistoned off the bed. Finally he looked up at her. Grinned. “As much as I love tasting your exquisite breasts, I think my attention is needed elsewhere.”
