“You’re welcome.” She drank some of her water and set it beside his empty glass.
“I know I need to talk,” he said. “And I will, I just… I can’t tonight, okay?”
“Okay. Good night, Gideon.” She brushed her lips across his. “If you need me, just text me. I’ll come back.”
“Where are you going?” His hand caught her wrist when she stood up.
“I know you need some space. I’ll sleep in the spare room.”
“No.” His hand tightened around her wrist and he sounded almost panicky. “No, Grace. You sleep in my bed with me.”
“All right.”
He dropped her wrist, relief written on his face. She undressed quickly as Gideon said, “Tank, go to your bed.”
The dog lifted his head, his tail thumping against the bed. Grace’s breath caught in her throat when Gideon smiled at Tank. The obvious love he had for Tank made her throat start to ache again.
Gideon leaned down and rested his head against Tank’s before kissing the top of Tank’s head. “Go on, big guy. Tomorrow I’ll cook you a steak because you’re a good boy.”
Tank licked Gideon’s face and hopped off the bed, stopping beside Grace for a quick pat before he padded out of the bedroom.
She slid under the quilt and the sheets, putting her arms around Gideon when he molded his body against hers. He brushed his mouth against hers but when he cupped her breast and deepened the kiss, she pulled back.
“Gideon -”
“Please,” he said. “I need you, Gracie.”
He kissed her again, taking the kiss deeper as his cock hardened against her belly. Desire flickered to life deep in her pelvis and she moaned into his mouth when he toyed with her nipple.
He kissed and nipped at her neck before pushing her flat onto her back and resting one hard thigh between hers. When his mouth closed around one aching nipple, she threaded her fingers through his dark hair and urged him on with soft cries and gasps.
He spent long moments on her breasts, teasing her nipples with licks and bites and hard sucks until she was rocking her lower body against his thigh. He skimmed his hand over her soft curves and along her upper thigh. She spread her legs immediately, reaching down to push his hand between them when he didn’t touch her pussy.
He kissed her again, their tongues sliding against each other in a sweet dance of give and take. He touched the soft hair at the top of her pussy, explored the wetness of her pussy lips, and drew circles on her inner thighs with his fingertips until she made a low moan of need.
“What do you want, baby?” He sucked on her bottom lip before releasing it. “Tell me what you want. What you need.”
“You,” she whispered. “I need you.”
His fingers pressed against her clit, pressed and rubbed in slow circles, and fire licked along her veins. “I need you too, Gracie.”
He explored her with a gentle rhythm, as if it was the first time he’d ever touched her. When she reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his thickness, a low groan escaped his lips and his hips arched into her.
“That feels so good, baby,” he moaned as she stroked him. She matched the rhythm he’d set with her, each of them teasing the other with soft strokes and gentle touches.
When the ache inside her was hard and hot and impossible to ignore, she urged him on top of her. He went willingly, settling himself in the cradle of her hips, his cock pressed against her stomach. He kissed her again and she sucked on his tongue when it dipped inside her mouth.
He groaned and pushed up until he was kneeling between her thighs. He wasn’t wearing a condom and he paused, one hand sliding up and down his thick cock as he studied her.
She widened her legs, giving him silent approval to continue. He guided his cock to her core and they both moaned when he pushed into her with one slick easy thrust.
“So warm,” he moaned. “So wet and tight and… warm.”
She waited for him to pin her arms above her head. Anytime he was on top, he always pinned her arms down. He liked having her helpless beneath him while he fucked her… hell, she liked it too.
Instead, he pressed down against her, sliding his hands under her to cup her shoulders as their bodies touched from chest to pelvis. He made a few slow thrusts, his chest hair rough against her sensitive nipples, his cock sliding in deep, his gaze never leaving her face.
She kept her legs spread wide, dug her fingers into his firm ass, and urged him to move harder and faster with quick thrusts of her hips.
“No,” he said. “Slow, Princess.”
“Gideon, please,” she moaned.
He ignored her and kept the same slow torturous pace. She braced her feet on the bed and met each slow thrust, the pleasure building inside of her, the sweet need for release humming in her brain.
His pace quickened, just enough to tease, just enough to torture. His face was only inches from hers and he kissed her again. She tasted mint and Gideon’s own unique taste as he took the kiss deeper.
She was on the verge of her climax, the pleasure pulsing in her belly, standing on the edge of that cliff and being pushed closer and closer to her release.
When he pulled back, the tenderness on his face took her breath away. She closed her eyes, afraid he would see her love for him – it was impossible to hide it, not now.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he said.
“No,” she whispered. “No, I can’t.”
“Please,” he said.
She stared up at him, knowing he could see exactly how much she did and always would love him. Something flickered in his lovely eyes, an emotion gone too quickly for her to know what it was, and then he was fucking her hard and kissing her again, his body and mouth urging her into her release.
The pleasure burst inside of her, fire and heat wrapped up in her love for him that only made the release that much sweeter. She cried his name against his lips, and he groaned hers in reply as his body gave in to his own climax and he came deep inside of her. Hot warmth soaked her core as he emptied himself into her, his hips pumping repeatedly, until he collapsed against her.
He rested his forehead against hers, his warm breath washing over her face in hot pants as both their bodies trembled.
“Holy fuck,” he mumbled before rolling off of her onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling and she rested her head on his chest. His hand tangled in her long hair, smoothing it down her back while she listened to the rapid beat of his heart beneath her cheek.
“Thank you, baby. That was amazing. I’ve never…”
“Never what?” she said.
“Never had sex without a condom.”
She sat up. “Seriously?”
He nodded before urging her back down against his chest. He stroked the length of her back, his fingers tracing the bumps of her spine. “Yeah. My tests are all clear, by the way.”
She traced the harsh ridges of his abdomen. “Mine too.”
They laid in silence for a few more minutes before she said, “Aren’t you going to ask me if I’m on birth control?”
“We share a bathroom. Your birth control is on the bathroom counter,” he said.
“Right.” Was she actually a little disappointed? Did she really think for even a second that Gideon had fucked her bare because he’d hoped he might get her pregnant?