spaghetti sauce, I felt like an absolute mess, but I had no desire to leave the cage of his arms as they held me pressed against his chest. But I knew we couldn't stay like that forever.
"So dinner was good?" Gideon asked. The humor in his voice had me smiling against his mouth.
"It was adequate," I said.
"I guess I'll just need to keep working on it."
I murmured my agreement and kissed him softly before attempting to climb off his lap. But to my surprise, Gideon tightened his grip on me. "You have somewhere else you need to be?" he asked.
"I was just going to go to your bathroom and clean up."
"Well, since I only have the one bathroom, I guess we'll just need to figure out a way to share." Before I could respond, Gideon suddenly stood up, taking me with him. I let out a little cry of surprise, but my ass didn't hit the floor like I was expecting. When I realized Gideon wasn't going to put me down, I wrapped my legs around him.
"I can walk," I reminded him even as I lowered my head and brushed my mouth over his.
Gideon let out a curse, but I wasn't sure if it was because of my kiss or because he bumped into something, probably one of the chairs around the table.
"Uh-huh," Gideon agreed, but he didn't put me down. I kept right on kissing him.
"What about the mess?" I asked.
Gideon stopped his forward movement, then turned and went a different direction. "Reach down and open the door," he said. I didn't question him. I just did what he said. As soon as the door was open, Gideon yelled, "Brewer!" About ten seconds later there was the obvious sound of nails on linoleum. Then I heard the door shut. "Problem solved," Gideon said and then his mouth was seeking mine out again.
It took a long time to get to the bathroom, but I most certainly wasn't complaining. I honestly didn't know how the man could carry me that far. When Gideon put me down, I wasn't one hundred percent sure which room we were in until Gideon turned the shower on. He’d said we would share, but now that we were here, I couldn't help but be nervous. I wondered if he was too. If anything, this would be stranger for him than for me.
"Are you okay with this?" I asked.
"Lex, I don't think I can even come up with the words to tell you how very okay I am with this."
And then he was reaching for the hem of my shirt.
Chapter Sixteen
Gideon
Three ridiculously hot sexual encounters in the span of less than an hour.
While I was admittedly still dealing with the fact that those encounters had been with a man, the most stunning part was that I'd actually been able to get it up that many times. Granted, the final time in the shower had included a considerably longer period of foreplay, but when I'd pressed Lex against the shower wall so his back had been aligned with the smooth tile and proceeded to rub our stiff dicks together as I'd made love to his mouth, I'd come equally as hard as I had the first two times.
Even now as I got dressed, my legs felt like noodles. I had no idea what to expect next or what the proper etiquette was. I just hadn't had enough experience dating when I'd been younger to have the answers to all the questions that were in my head.
Was I supposed to ask him to stay? If I took him home, would it be outside the bounds of whatever we had going on here for me to ask if I could stay with him? I knew I wasn't ready for more than what we’d done so far, but I also wasn't ready to let him go. But with so much stuff running through my head, I wasn't sure he'd want to be around me.
I ended up sitting down on my bed for a moment as I tried to collect my thoughts. Lex was still in the bathroom. After we’d stumbled out of the shower, I'd left him there so I could get the clothes of his that I'd been hanging on to since the day I’d brought him to my house after he'd injected too much insulin. I’d then mumbled an excuse about going to my own room to change.
I knew he and I needed to talk, but I was afraid