"Shut up."
His grin widened.
He looked so carefree and happy it made my heart hurt."How did you find this place?" I asked him.
"Or how did Scott find it?" "I found it."
He shoved a potato chip in his mouth and licked the salt from his lips, which I found sexy as hell.
"I wanted to take you away to an island, where no one could bother us.
This is pretty close to that, without the travel time.
I planned for us to fly down originally."
I ate thoughtfully, remembering the long drive.
As insanity-inducing as the trip had been, there was something exciting about the idea of him rearranging our schedule just to f**k me senseless over hours, using my need for him to face a truth I'd blocked.
Imagining all the frustration and fury that must have driven his plans .
his thoughts focused on unleashing all of that seething passion on my helpless, willing body .
"You're getting that f**k-me look on your face," he observed.
"And you call me a sex fiend."
"Sorry."
"Not complaining."
I rewound my thoughts to earlier in the evening.
"Arnoldo doesn't like me anymore."
One dark brow arched.
"You're getting the f**k-me look and thinking about Arnoldo? Do I have to kick his ass now, too?" "No.
Jeez.
I threw that out there to distract us from sex and because it needs to be addressed."
He shrugged.
"I'll talk to him."
"I think I should do it, for what it's worth."
Gideon studied me with those amazing blue eyes.
"What would you say?" "That he's right.
I don't deserve you and I f**ked up bad.
But I'm crazy in love with you and I'd like a chance to prove to you both that I can be what you need."
"Angel, if I needed you more, I couldn't function."