what I have planned next.”
I nodded. “That’s usually how it goes.”
“And you can make sure my balls meet your satisfaction.”
My laugh rang out and echoed through the garden. All thoughts of not being good enough evaporated. The Grim Reaper had my heart and knew exactly what to do to put me at ease. His sense of humor was as sexy, if not sexier, than the rest of him.
“I appreciate your willingness to be so open about your balls,” I told him as I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my pants.
“My pleasure,” Gideon replied, removing his clothes with inhuman speed.
“Wow,” I choked out in awe.
He was a Greek god come to life. Every inch of Gideon was perfect, including his very up for it privates… and even his balls. The evidence of his desire made me bold, and I removed my bra and panties with a giggle.
“You’re magnificent,” he said as his eyes devoured my nakedness.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I shot back.
Gideon’s grin widened. “And my balls?”
I felt the heat start in my chest and crawl up to my face. I was never going to live down the fact that I’d had a conversation about his balls with my dead husband. Never.
“Your balls are very bally,” I said, walking over to him and cupping the topic of our conversation in my hand. “I heartily approve of your balls.”
Gideon sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. His eyes went from gray-blue to a sparkling red. His need was unmistakable.
“My bally balls approve of being handled,” he said.
“And the rest of you?” I teased.
“The rest of me would be fucking delighted to become acquainted with you.”
“That’s a good thing since I plan on handling all of you.”
Gideon let his head fall back on his shoulders and he groaned. “Daisy, this is going to be over before it starts if you keep saying things like that.”
“That would be a shame.” I walked over to the bed and lay down. “I have some parts that would like to get acquainted with you, too.”
Gideon literally sprinted to the bed and jumped on it. The movement bounced me high in the air. He caught me effortlessly and straddled me over his chest. Slowly, I ran my hands over his strong body, memorizing him. His hands explored my curves. My body grew hot with need and I couldn’t get enough of touching him or feeling his hands on me.
I closed my eyes and let my other senses take over. It was fun and natural… and amazingly right.
“Daisy, I want you to keep your eyes open,” Gideon said, running his strong hands over my shoulders then cupping my breasts. “I need to make sure you’re with me the whole time.”
Opening my eyes, I smiled. “I’m here. I’m right where I want to be.”
Leaning forward, I brushed my lips over his and felt the tingle shoot straight to my toes. If this was what kissing him did to me, I couldn’t fathom what the rest would feel like.
“More,” he insisted, tangling his hands in my hair and deepening the kiss.
Our tongues danced and my body began to move in a rhythm that was unfamiliar and wildly freeing. My insides felt molten, and I was slowly coming apart in his arms. Crawling off of him, I pulled him on top of me. All of his hard against my soft was almost enough to send me over the edge. Gideon feathered my neck and face with kisses that left me breathless. Strong waves of desire pulsed through me.
“You good?” he asked. His eyes were hooded and his voice was rough with lust.
It was all kinds of sexy.
“Yes,” I said. “More please.”
His smile was naughty. I wanted to kiss it off his lips.
But Gideon had other ideas.
Extremely good ideas.
Gideon’s mouth and hands were weapons of sexual destruction. I had never wanted to be destroyed in my life until now. I writhed against him and ran my nails down his back.
“You have the condoms?” I asked, breathing hard as his kisses moved from my neck to my breasts.
“Yep. Don’t need them yet,” he said, moving lower. “Trust me.”
“Oh my God,” I cried out as he kissed a place I’d never been kissed.
My back arched and a shudder of pure delight consumed me. The sound of his laughter at my reaction didn’t make me self-conscious at all.
“Good?” he questioned.
“Umm… yes. So good. You are amazing at that.”
“Thank you,” he said with a laugh.
“No, thank you.”
My breasts felt heavy