Entwined With You

kiss, deepening it. His lips, so firm yet soft, pressed against mine. His tongue stroked deep, licking and tasting. The soft rasp of it against the tender flesh inside my mouth caused goose bumps to spread in a wave over my skin. His cock began to thicken and lengthen between us, the silky flesh hot against my lower belly.
    My nipples tightened, aching, and I shimmied, rubbing them against his chest.
    One of his hands cupped my nape, capturing me, holding me steady as he kissed me passionately. His mouth slanted across mine, seeking and ravenous, sucking on my lips and tongue. Moaning, I arched into him, my fingers clutching at his black hair.
    “Christ, you turn me on,” he growled, pulling his knees up. He urged me back, his body forming a cradle that supported me. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling the hard points of my nipples. “Look at you. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
    Warmth spread through me. “Gideon …”
    “Sometimes you’re this icy, hands-off blonde.” His jaw tightened and he slipped one hand between my legs, his fingers gliding gentlythrough my cleft. “And then you’re like this. So hot and needy. Wanting my hands all over you, my cock inside you.”
    “I’m like this
for you
. This is what you do to me. What you’ve been doing to me from the moment I met you.”
    Gideon’s gaze slid over me, followed by his hand. As his fingertips caressed the outside curve of my breast and stroked over my clit at the same time, I shivered.
    “I want you,” he said gruffly.
    “And here I am—naked.”
    His mouth curved in a slow, sexy smile. “I couldn’t miss that.”
    The tip of his finger circled my opening. I lifted a little to give him better access, my hands sliding over his shoulders.
    “But I wasn’t talking about sex,” he murmured. “Although I want that, too.”
    “With me.”
    “Only you,” he agreed. His thumb brushed feather light over my nipple. “Forever and always.”
    I moaned and reached for his cock, gripping him in my hands, stroking him from root to tip.
    “I look at you, angel, and I want you so badly. I want to be with you, listen to you, talk to you. I want to hear you laugh and hold you when you cry. I want to sit next to you, breathe the same air, share the same life. I want to wake up to you like this every day forever. I
want
you.”
    “Gideon.” I leaned forward and kissed him softly. “I want you, too.”
    He teased the tip of my breast, tugging and rolling the hardened peak between his fingers. He rubbed my clit and a soft sound escaped me. Gideon hardened in my hands, his body responding to my growing desire.
    The room was lightening as the sun rose higher, but the world outside seemed a lifetime away. The intimacy of the moment was both searing and sweet, filling me with joy.
    Myhands caressed his erection with tender reverence, my only goal to please him and show him how much I loved him. He touched me the same way, his eyes windows to a wounded soul that needed me as much as I needed him.
    “I’m happy with you, Eva. You make me happy.”
    “I’ll make you happy the rest of your life,” I promised him. My hips churned, desire sliding hot and thick through my veins. “There’s nothing I want more.”
    Leaning forward, Gideon flicked the tip of his tongue over my nipple, a quick swipe that sent a sharp ache through my breast. “I love your tits. Did you know that?”
    “Ah, so that’s what did you in—the rack.”
    “Keep teasing me, angel. Give me an excuse to spank you. I love your ass, too.”
    He pressed a hand to my back, arching me toward his mouth. Hot wetness surrounded the sensitive peak of my breast. His cheeks hollowed on a deep suck and my sex echoed his mouth, hungry for his cock.
    I felt him everywhere, all around me and inside me. His heat and warmth. His passion. In my hands, his cock was hard and throbbing, the plush head slick with pre-cum.
    “Tell me you love me,” I pleaded.
    Gideon’s eyes met mine. “You know I do.”
    “Imagine if I never said the words to you. If you never heard them from me.”
    His chest expanded on a deep breath. “Crossfire.”
    My hands stilled on him.
    He swallowed, his throat working. “It’s your word for when things get to be too much, when it’s too intense. It’s my word, too, because that’s how you make me feel. All the time.”
    “Gideon, I …” He’d made me speechless.
    “Whenyou say it, it means stop.” His fingertips left my breast and slid down