It's A Wonderful Midlife Crisis (Good To The Last Death #1) - Robyn Peterman Page 0,91
sexy little lopsided grin that made me momentarily regret laying down the law about sex.
“No. Can’t say I have.”
“Me neither,” he said, quickly leaving a wad of cash on the table and standing up. “However, it’s on my bucket list.”
“You have a bucket list?” I asked with a giggle as he helped me into my coat.
“I do now,” he replied with a grin so wide, I laughed.
“Well, far be it from me to keep you from your bucket list.”
“Your car or mine?” he asked, swiftly guiding me out of the restaurant.
My excitement mounted and I felt like a freaking teenager who was about to be very naughty. It was liberating and fantastic.
“Umm… yours,” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him out onto the street. “You drove.”
“You’re right.” His laugh rang out into the cold, starry night and I savored the wonderful sound.
One day at a time.
Gideon might not be my permanent happiness, but we made each other happy right now. I had no clue how long I had left in this life and Gideon could disappear at any moment.
It was okay to steal some happiness for myself. I deserved it.
Gideon’s bucket list… here I come.
Chapter Twenty-Four
My hair was a mess and my lip gloss was nonexistent. I hadn’t felt so amazing and free in a long time. Gideon wasn’t as put together as usual either. His jacket was crumpled up on the floor, his shirt was missing a few buttons and his tie was wrapped around the steering wheel. It made the man even sexier, as if that was possible. We were parked in front of my house and had steamed up the windows for the better part of an hour.
“What are you doing this weekend?” he asked with a smile that made my toes tingle.
“I’m tempted to say you,” I said and then pursed my lips playfully. “But that would be mean, since banging is off the table for a little while.”
“Banging?” he asked with a surprised laugh. “Did you seriously just say banging?”
I punched him in the arm and made a face. “I most certainly did. What do you call it?”
“With you?” He pondered for a moment and my stomach filled with butterflies. “I would call making love with you the best thing that will ever happen in my life.”
“Shit,” I muttered, leaning forward and pressing my forehead against the dashboard. “That’s very intimidating to someone who has no clue what to do. I mean, I’m not a virgin, but…
“Nope. Not going there,” he said, pulling me back and wrapping his arms around me. “It’s perfect. It will be perfect. I promise.”
“You can make up for my lack of skill?” I asked, shaking my head and moaning.
“Not sure how much skill I have going anymore,” he admitted with a grin.
I glanced up at him in surprise. “You haven’t been with anyone in a while?” Of course, a while could mean something vastly different to him than to me.
“A very long while,” he replied. “However, I do still remember a thing or two.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling strangely calmer about everything. “Can we make a deal of sorts?”
“Depends on the deal,” Gideon said, nipping at my ear and sending happy chills all through me.
“When we do bang,” I said with a laugh, “we have to talk to each other. You know, tell each other what feels good… and not so good. I refuse to go into my head and feel like a failure. That will make me close off and I’m done running away. I want the lights on—literally. You need to see what you’re getting so you can run like hell if you want to… and I want to see you naked in full light.”
“Where have you been all my life?” Gideon asked, sounding so much younger than I’d ever heard him.
It was silly. I was forty and he was a million and whatever and we were acting like teenagers.
“Well, not alive for most of it,” I told him.
He rolled his eyes. It was so out of character and so endearing.
“You think you’re funny?” he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.
“I’m hilarious,” I shot back, placing my hands on either side of his beautiful face and pressing my lips to his. “I do stand-up for my dead squatters every Saturday. You should come.”
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
“Actually, I’m joking… kind of. But I would love it if you wanted to come by this weekend,” I said. I held my breath and waited for his answer.