Entwined With You

worst possible time for Brett to come back into my life. I was anxious about something going wrong, some gesture or look that would be misconstrued and cause fresh problems for Gideon and me to work through.
    It’d be the first time Gideon and I would be out together in public since our “breakup.” That was going to be torture. Standing next to Brett while my heart was with Gideon.
    Sliding from bed, I went to the bathroom and cleaned up, and then pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top. I needed to be with Gideon. We needed to spend some time together before the day started with a vengeance.
    I moved quietly from my apartment to his, feeling slightly naughty as I ran down the corridor to his—
our
—front door.
    Once I’d gone inside, I tossed my keys on the breakfast bar and headed down the hallway to the guest room. He wasn’t there and my heart sank, but I kept searching, because I could
feel
him. There was a tingling awareness I experienced only when he was nearby.
    I found him in the master bedroom, his arms wrapped around my pillow as he slept partially on his stomach. The sheet clung to his hips, leaving his powerful back and sculpted arms bare, and revealing just a hint of the topmost curve of his amazing ass.
    He looked like an erotic fantasy come to life. And he was
mine
.
    I loved him so much.
    And I wanted him to wake up to me, at least once, with pleasure instead of fear, sadness, and regret.
    I undressed quietly in the early light of dawn, my thoughts spinning with ways I could pleasure my man. I wanted to run my hands and mouth all over him, make him breathless and hot, feel his body quiver. I wanted to reaffirm our connection to each other, my whole andirrevocable commitment to him, before the harsh realities we faced came between us.
    As my knee sank into the mattress, he stirred. I crawled to him, pressing my lips to the small of his back and working my way up slowly.
    “Umm. Eva,” he said in a husky voice, lightly stretching beneath me.
    “You better hope it’s me, ace.” I nipped his shoulder blade. “This would turn out bad for you, if not.”
    I lowered onto him, laying my body over his. His warmth was divine and I took a moment to savor it.
    “It’s early for you,” he murmured, resting easily, just as content as I was to be touching each other.
    “Way,” I agreed. “You’re hugging my pillow.”
    “Smells like you. Helps me sleep.”
    I brushed his hair aside and pressed my lips to his throat. “That’s a beautiful thing to say. I wish I could lie around like this with you for the entire day.”
    “You remember I want to take you away this weekend.”
    “Yes.” I ran my hand over his biceps, my fingers gliding over the hard muscle. “I can’t wait.”
    “We’ll leave as soon as you get off work on Friday and fly back just in time for work Monday. You won’t need anything but your passport.”
    “And you.” I kissed his shoulder, then spoke in a nervous rush. “I want you and came prepared to have you, but it could be messy. I mean, it’s the tail end, so maybe not, but if period sex isn’t your thing—which I’d totally get, because it has
never
been my thing—”
    “
You’re
my thing, angel. I’ll take you any way I can get you.”
    He flexed, warning me he was going to turn around. I slid to the side, watching his body roll with a fluid rippling of muscle.
    “Sit up for me,” I told him, thinking he was even more amazing than I’d given him credit for. Or more horny, which I would never hold against him. “With your back against the headboard.”
    He arranged himself to my liking, looking sleepy-eyed and sexy, hisjaw shadowed with stubble. I climbed into his lap, straddling him. I took a long moment to savor the attraction between us, the delicious and provocative edge of danger he exuded even while at rest. Because Gideon wasn’t tamed and never would be. Just like a panther still had its claws, even when they were sheathed.
    That was one of my joys. He gentled for me but remained true to himself. He was still the man I’d fallen in love with—hard with rough edges—yet he’d changed, too. He was all things to me, everything I wanted and needed in one imperfect man.
    Smoothing his hair back from his face, I traced the curve of his lower lip with the tip of my tongue. His hands, so warm and strong, gripped my hips. His mouth opened, his tongue touching mine.
    “I love you,” I whispered.
    “Eva.” Tilting his head, he took over the