on the couch and put his hands behind his head. “You,” he said. “I like you.”
“I meant sexually speaking.” I narrowed my eyes playfully. I seriously wanted to jump him. My impulse control disappeared when he was near.
“My answer remains the same,” he replied. “And you? What do you like, Daisy?”
I sighed. The truth shall set you free or make the hot man on the couch toss you off of his lap and run like hell.
“Honestly, I don’t even know,” I said, no longer embarrassed. I was a grown-ass woman and I would own my sexuality and my lack of practical knowledge in the sex department. I was in love with the man I was talking to, and he loved me. “At forty, I wouldn’t say I’m experienced. If I think about it too hard, I get terrified that I’m going to suck at it. But when you kiss me, all I want to do is crawl inside of you and stay. I want to touch you so badly, it’s all I can think about.”
Gideon closed his eyes and smiled. “I have no damn clue what I did to deserve you, but I’m not letting go. Experience means little to nothing. What matters is us. Period. I love you and want to make you happy in every way possible. If something doesn’t feel good, you tell me. I’ll find something that feels very good. Trust me.”
Words were some seriously great foreplay. At least, Gideon’s words were.
“Will you do the same?” I asked. I was tempted to rip off his clothes and skip over the rest of the responsible adult conversation.
“I will. I promise.”
I nodded and felt sexier than I had in a very long time. The talk wasn’t stupid or embarrassing. It was impowering. Being honest with someone you loved and wanted to be with was so right.
“I read a few articles,” I admitted with a wince.
“About sex?” he asked, sitting up.
“Yep—more of a list of questions to feel each other out.”
“Hit me,” Gideon said.
“Mmmkay,” I said with a giggle. “Number one. What kind of relationship is this?”
“An endless one,” he replied without hesitation, pinning me with a look that sent my heartbeat into overdrive. “Your thoughts on that?”
“I’ll cop to liking the way you think,” I told him. “Has to be exclusive.”
“No-brainer,” Gideon said, raising a brow. “On both sides.”
“Well, duh,” I shot back with a grin. “You’re pretty much the sexiest person alive, Grim Reaper.”
“Right back at you, Death Counselor.”
Wrinkling my nose, I sighed. “I’m forty,” I reminded him.
“And I’m older than dirt.”
“Fine point. Well made,” I conceded. “We’ve already covered protection. We haven’t discussed fantasies and fetishes.”
Gideon couldn’t suppress his grin. “No fetishes. Many fantasies concerning you.”
“Same,” I said, falling further under his spell. “Oh… what was the important question you wanted to ask?”
Gideon sat up straighter and cleared his throat. His expression grew serious. My stomach tightened and I wondered what the heck was about to come out of his mouth.
“Would you like to examine my balls before we start?”
“Umm… no. I’m sure your balls are fine,” I choked out, trying my best not to laugh.
I failed.
“You sure?” he teased.
“I’m really sorry about the ball discussion Steve and I had,” I whispered. “That must have been all kinds of awkward.”
“I rather enjoyed hearing you talk about my balls,” he replied with a naughty smirk. “Haven’t had my privates discussed in public… well… ever.”
“I’m great for things like that,” I said weakly. “Gotta stand up.”
“Why?” Gideon asked, tightening his hold on me.
“Because when I’m close to you, I feel like a horny teenager,” I said, escaping his grasp with ease. “Can’t think straight.”
I wasn’t lying. It was surreal. I’d loved Steve and would get little tingles when I was around him in the beginning, but it didn’t compare to the enormity of what I felt for Gideon.
“How did you do that?” Gideon asked, shocked.
“Do what?”
He shook his head and looked down at his hands with curiosity. Flexing his fingers, he clapped his hands. A massive bolt of lightning flew from his fingertips and blew up the armchair.
“Oh my God!” I shouted. “Lightning in the house is off limits.”
What the hell did I just say? Never in my life did I think I’d have to make lightning rules for inside the house. It was insane. However, not as insane as what Gideon had just done.
“Needed to test them,” he told me as if that was a reasonable answer.
“How’d they do?” I demanded, slapping my hands on my hips