Entwined With You

me.”
    “As you should.” His tongue curled around my other nipple, flickering teasingly over it until it ached for suction. “Your craving should be for
me
, angel, not an orgasm. For
my
body,
my
hands. Eventually, you won’t be able to come without my skin touching yours.”
    I nodded frantically, my mouth too dry to speak. Need was coiled like a spring in my core, tightening with every circle of Gideon’s thumb on my clit and every thrust of his fingers. I thought of B.O.B., my trusty Battery-Operated Boyfriend, and knew that if Gideon were to stop touching me now, nothing would get me off. My passion
was
for him, my desire inflamed by his desire for me.
    My thighs quivered. “I’m g-going to come.”
    His mouth covered mine, his beautiful lips soft and coaxing. It was the love in his kiss that pushed me over. I cried out and shuddered through a quick, hard orgasm. My moan was long and broken, my body quivering violently. I pushed my hands under his jacket to grip his back, holding him close, my mouth claiming his until the wracking pleasure eased.
    Licking the taste of me from his fingers, he murmured, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
    I consciously tried to slow my racing heart. “I’m not thinking. I just want to look at you.”
    “You don’t always. Sometimes you close your eyes.”
    “That’s because you’re a talker in bed and your voice is so sexy.” Iswallowed hard with remembered pain. “I love to hear you, Gideon. I need to know that I’m making you feel as good as you make me feel.”
    “Suck me off now,” he whispered. “Make me come for you.”
    I slid from the bed in a breathless rush, my hands reaching eagerly for his fly. He was hard and thick, his erection straining. Lifting his shirttail and pushing down his boxer briefs, I freed him. He fell heavily into my hands, the thick length already glistening at the tip. I licked the evidence of his excitement away, loving his control, the way he reined in his own hungers to satisfy mine.
    My eyes were on him as my open mouth slid over the plush head. I watched his lips part on a sharply indrawn breath and his eyelids grow heavy, as if the pleasure were intoxicating.
    “Eva.” His hooded gaze was hot on my face. “Ah … Yes. Like that. Christ, I love your mouth.”
    His praise spurred me on. I took him as deep as I could. I loved doing this to him, loved the uniquely masculine taste and smell of him. I ran my lips down the length of him, suckling gently. Worshipfully. And I didn’t feel wrong for adoring his virility—I deserved it.
    “You love this,” he said gruffly, pushing his fingers into my hair to cup my head. “As much as I do.”
    “More. I want to do this for hours. Make you come over and over again.”
    A growl rumbled in his chest. “I would. I can’t get enough.”
    The tip of my tongue traced a pulsing vein up to the head, and then I took him in my mouth again, my neck arching back as I lowered to sit on my heels, my hands on my knees, offering myself to him.
    Gideon looked down with eyes that glittered with lust and tenderness.
    “Don’t stop.” He widened his stance. He slid his cock to the back of my throat, then pulled back out, coating my tongue with a trail of creamy pre-ejaculate. I swallowed, savoring the rich flavor of him.
    Hegroaned, his hands cupping my jaw. “Don’t stop, angel. Suck me dry.”
    My cheeks hollowed as we found a rhythm,
our
rhythm, the syncing of our hearts and breaths and drive to pleasure. We had no problem overthinking our way into trouble, but our bodies never got it wrong. When we had our hands on each other, we both knew we were in the one place we needed to be, with the one person we needed to be with.
    “So fucking good.” His teeth ground audibly. “Ah, God, you’re making me come.”
    His cock swelled in my mouth. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling, his body shuddering as he came hard.
    Gideon cursed as I swallowed. He emptied himself in thick, hot bursts, flooding my mouth as if he hadn’t come all night. By the time he finished, I was gasping and trembling. He pulled me to my feet and stumbled to the bed, settling heavily with me tucked into his side. His lungs labored, his hands rough as he pulled me closer.
    “This wasn’t what I had in mind when I brought you coffee.” He pressed a quick, rough kiss to my forehead. “Not that I have any complaints.”
    I curled into him, beyond grateful to have him in my arms again. “Let’s play hooky and make