With all the responsibilities and commitments he had, cutting himself off for the weekend was .
unbelievable.
"Wow.
When's the last time you fell off the face of the earth like this?" "Hmm .
that would be never."
"There have to be at least a half dozen people freaking out because they can't run something by you."
He lifted one shoulder in a careless shrug.
"They'll deal with it."
Pleasure surged through me.
"I have you all to myself?" "Completely."
His mouth curved in a wicked smile.
"What will you do with me, angel?" I smiled back, ecstatically happy.
"I'm sure I'll think of something."
* * *
We went for a walk on the beach.
I rolled up a pair of Gideon's pajama bottoms and put on my white tank top, which was indecent since my bra was heading back to New York along with Gideon's cell phone.
"I have died and gone to heaven," he pronounced, checking out my chest as we strolled along the shore, "where the embodiment of every wet-dream, spank-bank fantasy of my adolescence is real and totally mine."
I bumped my shoulder into his.
"How do you go from devastatingly romantic to crude in the space of an hour?" "It's another one of my many talents."
His gaze dropped again to the prominent points of my ni**les, which were hard from exposure to the ocean breeze.
He squeezed my hand and gave an exaggerated happy sigh.
"Heaven with my angel.
It doesn't get any better than this."
I had to agree.
The beach was beautiful in a moody, untamed way that reminded me a lot of the man whose hand I held.
The sounds of the surf and the crying of the gulls filled me with a unique sense of contentment.
The water was cold on my bare feet, and the wind whipped my hair across my face.
It had been a long time since I'd felt so good, and I was grateful to Gideon for giving us this time away to enjoy each other.
We were perfect together when we were alone.
"You like it here," he noted.