“Talk to me,” he bit out. “Tell me you like this.”
“Damn it,” I gasped, feeling sweat slide down my nape. “Don’t stop.”
One moment I was held stationary, the next I was swinging fluidly, my sex sliding on and off Gideon’s rigid c**k with breathtaking speed. His body worked like a well-oiled machine, his arms, chest, abs, and thighs straining with the exertion of masterfully handling the swing. The sight of his powerful movements, the intensity of his focus on pleasuring us both, the feel of him pumping so deep and fast into me . . .
I orgasmed with a scream, unable to contain the rush that surged through me. He f**ked me through it, growling roughly, his face flushed and etched with lust. I’d never come so hard, so fast. I couldn’t see or breathe for an endless moment, my body wracked by a pleasure more ferocious than any I’d ever felt before.
The swing slowed, then stopped. Gideon took an extra step toward me that kept him buried inside me. He smelled decadent, primal. Pure sin and sex.
His hands cupped my face. His fingers brushed tendrils of hair off my damp cheeks. My sex spasmed around him, all too aware of how hard and thick he still was.
“You didn’t come,” I accused, feeling far too vulnerable after the insanity of my orgasm.
Gideon took my mouth in a harsh, demanding kiss. “I’m going to restrain your wrists. Then I’m going to come in you.”
My ni**les tightened into painful points. “Oh God.”
“You trust me,” he said again, his gaze searching my face.
I touched him while I still could, my hands sliding over his sweat-slick chest, feeling the desperate beat of his heart. “More than anything.”
19
“GOOD MORNING, ACE.”
I looked over my shoulder at the sound of Eva’s voice, smiling as I watched her circle the island on her way to the coffeemaker. Her hair was a wild tangle, her legs sexy beneath the hem of the T-shirt she wore.
Returning my attention to the stove and the French toast I was browning in the pan, I asked, “How are you feeling?”
“Umm . . .”
I looked at her again and found her blushing.
“I’m sore,” she said, inserting a coffee pod into the machine. “Deep inside.”
I grinned. The swing had positioned her perfectly, allowing for optimal penetration. I’d never been as deep in her before. I had been thinking about it all morning and decided that I would be speaking to Ash about his plans for the renovations. One of the bedrooms would need to have two closets—one for clothes, the other for the swing.
“Jeez,” she muttered, “Look at that cocky smirk. Men are pigs.”
“And here I am, slaving over a hot stove for you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She swatted my ass as she passed me with a steaming cup of coffee in hand.
I caught her by the waist before she got too far, giving her a quick hard kiss on the cheek. “You were amazing last night.”
I’d felt something click into place between us so strongly that the change had been as tangible as the rings I wore on my fingers, and I cherished it as dearly.
She flashed me a dazzling smile, then opened the fridge to pull out the carton of half-and-half. While she took care of that, I plated the finished French toast.
“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something,” she said, joining me at the island and wriggling onto a bar stool.
My brows lifted. “Okay.”
“I’d like to become involved with the Crossroads Foundation—financially and administratively.”
“That could encompass a lot of things, angel. Tell me what you have in mind.”
Shrugging, she picked up her fork. “I’ve been thinking about the settlement money I got from Nathan’s dad. It’s just sitting in the bank, and after what Megumi has been through . . . I’ve realized that I need to put that money to work and I don’t want to wait. I’d like to help fund the programs offered by Crossroads and help brainstorm ways to expand them.”