"Angel."
Pushing his hands into my damp hair, he held me how he wanted me and kissed me senseless.
* * *
After dinner, Gideon worked in bed, propping his back against my headboard and his laptop on a lap desk.
I sprawled on the bed on my belly, facing the TV and kicking my feet in the air.
"Do you know every line in this movie?" he asked, luring me to turn my attention away from Ghostbusters to look at him.
He wore black boxer briefs and nothing else.
I loved that I got to see him that way - relaxed, comfortable, intimate.
I wondered if Corinne had ever seen this view.
If so, I could imagine her desperation to see it again, because I was desperate to never lose the privilege.
"Maybe," I conceded.
"And you have to say them all aloud?" "Got a problem with that, ace?" "No."
Amusement lit his eyes and curved his mouth.
"How many times have you seen it?" "A gazillion times."
I curved around and rose up on my hands and knees.
"Want more?" A dark winged brow rose.
"Are you the keymaster?" I purred, crawling forward.
"Angel, when you're looking at me like that, I'm whatever you want me to be."
I looked at him beneath lowered eyelids and breathed, "Do you want this body?" Grinning, he set his lap desk aside.
"All the damn time."
Straddling his legs, I climbed his torso.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and growled, "Kiss me, subcreature."
"That's not how that line goes.
And what happened to me being a pleasure god? Now I'm a subcreature?" I pressed my cleft against the hard ridge of his c*ck and rolled my hips.
"You're whatever I want you to be, remember?" Gideon gripped my rib cage and tipped his head back.
"And what's that?" "Mine."
I nipped his throat with my teeth.
"All mine."
* * *
I couldn't breathe.