lips back to my mouth, gently laying me back onto something soft once again. With each touch of his hand, I felt like his fingers burned into my skin, sending a rush of heat and yearning through me. With trembling hands, I reached for his shirt, trying to yank it away with our lips still sealed.
My hands pressed against his hard, bare chest when I yanked his shirt off, tossing it away. I stopped thinking and gave myself over to my heart’s desires as it pounded loudly. Gideon’s lips left mine once again, moving down my neck until they found my chest, his lips claiming me. My body was on fire, and each touch left me craving more.
The need was overpowering. I shifted, sliding my hand to the back of his head and sinking my mouth into his. He eagerly kissed me back. His hands trailed down my thighs, moving sensitively under my skirt and up to my waistline. Our pulses matched, racing, humming a tone of pleasure. I moved my hands up and down his chest, feeling the heat of his body underneath my fingers.
I groaned as he tugged the waistband of my panties, my heart thumping in pleasure. I pushed tighter, gliding my hands down his chest. A sound escaped his lips, and without warning he abruptly pulled away from me, leaving me panting.
Gideon was now standing at the far end of the room, his eyes glued to mine. I watched his chest rise and fall as he tried to catch his breath.
It took another second, and he was back beside me on the bed. A bed? Where the heck did that come from? Gideon had absolutely nothing in his room except the manifested couch, but now there was a bed.
“That was…” Gideon’s eyes moved hungrily up and down my body, the kind of hunger I knew ended with him ripping the rest of my clothes off. I was pretty sure the same look was on my face.
“Put this on.” He handed me my top. My eyes flashed on my red bra. I didn’t know if it was because I knew Gideon wanted me or because of me sitting on a bed inside my boyfriend’s room, but I felt shy. I was still trying to find my breath when I slid my arms into my top.
My gaze rested on his chest. “Why did you stop?”
“A second longer and I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. And I know you’re not ready, and I didn’t want to do something you didn’t want to.”
My gaze was still stuck on his chest. I wanted to cross the short space between us and feel the warmth of his body once more. I wanted to…
“I’m distracting you,” he interrupted my daydreaming, and his shirt reappeared on his body.
Please take it off. Gideon smiled as if he heard me. Did I say that out loud?
“You didn’t kiss Tristan like that, did you?” My heart stopped pounding.
I managed a shake. “And we didn’t kiss,” I clarified. I searched his eyes for something other than the hunger in them, but I found nothing.
“You’re not going to kiss him again, are you?” he asked as if he didn’t hear the part where I said we didn’t kiss.
“No! I’m sorry. I put both you and Tristan in a—it won’t happen again.” Perhaps explaining myself wasn’t going to make any difference.
“Good, because I hate the idea of someone else touching you.” The anger was starting to resurface. “I’m a very, very jealous guy who doesn’t like to share. And you’re mine, and mine only.”
“I’m yours?”
“Yes, mine, and don’t you ever forget that.”
I found myself smiling. “Yours.” I liked that. “So, does that make you mine?”
“Well, if you want to put a label on it.”
“You’re a jerk.” I couldn’t stop smiling.
“I really want to hurt Tristan.”
That wasn’t what I wanted to hear. I was shaking my head before I spoke. “I know you’re angry, but please don’t hurt him.”
“Not even a little?”
I shook my head again and smiled because Gideon sounded like a child begging for something he couldn’t have.
“Where did the bed come from?” I asked. If my mother saw me sitting anywhere near it, she would kill me.
“I have no idea,” he said. My eyes met his, and we both laughed. I loved the sound of Gideon’s laughter; it was a sound I knew I would never get tired of. “But, if you keep reminding me of it, I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself,”