Page 32 of Forbidden Games

He finally moved, rocking against her. It wasn’t enough, but that made it all the hotter. She did her best to arch, fighting against the weight of his body and loving every second of it. “More.”

“Demanding,” he murmured against her lips. “I waited seven fucking days to be inside you again, and I’m going to take my time and enjoy it.” He dragged his mouth down her throat, his whiskers rasping against her sensitized skin. “I like having you like this.”

“Furious?”

He chuckled, the low sound vibrating through her. “Needy. Wanting. As close as you’ll ever come to begging.”

“Would begging make a difference?”

His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “No.”

Lucy shivered, her breath releasing in a sob. It felt too good and she needed more. But he was right—she loved every second of this. Their bodies slicked with sweat as he kept up those slight rocking movements, every single one inching her closer to oblivion. His pelvis created delicious friction against her clit, and she found herself talking without having any intention of doing so. “That feels so good, Gideon. Don’t stop. Never stop.” She dug her fingers into his ass, loving the way he growled against her neck. “I love this.”

“I know.” He slipped one arm beneath the small of her back and the other up her spine to cup her head. She’d thought they were as close as two people could be. He proved her wrong. Lucy slid her feet down to hook around his calves, grinding against him. Gideon kissed her as if he couldn’t help himself. His tongue stroked hers, plunging deep, the way she wanted him to elsewhere. Right when she caught his rhythm, he withdrew and then stroked deep again, starting the process over. It made her crazy—crazier.

He knew. He always seemed to know exactly how close to the edge she was.

Gideon began to move. His hips mirrored the movements his tongue had made, stroking deep and then withdrawing before slamming home again.

Lucy couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe. Her entire existence boiled down to the places Gideon touched her and his cock between her thighs. Pressure wound tighter and tighter, turning her into a wild creature with no thought but her own pending orgasm.

It hit her like a freight train and she let loose a keening cry that didn’t sound human to her ears. Lucy couldn’t do more than cling to Gideon as his strokes became more and more ragged and rough until he orgasmed with a curse. He dropped slightly to the side of her, but shifted to pull her leg up and over his hip, keeping them close.

She tried to get her racing heart under control. “That was some wake-up.”

“It’s good to see you, Lucy.” Such a polite thing to say considering their current position.

I think I prefer hearing that you missed me.

With the post-orgasm bliss numbing her common sense, she couldn’t quite shut that thought down. She crossed the line they’d drawn in the sand. “Stay.”

“What?”

She ran her hand up his arm. “Stay. It’s almost morning and there’s no point in you cabbing back to your place and turning around to do it again in a few hours. Just...stay here with me.”

“You sure that’s what you want?” There wasn’t a single thing in his voice to indicate whathewanted.

“Yes. If you want to, of course.”Maybe I misheard him and I’m wrong about this entire situation.

Gideon delivered a devastating kiss and climbed off the bed. “Give me a few.”

“Sure.” She waited for him to walk into her bathroom and shut the door before she relaxed and sighed, staring at the ceiling.What am I doing?

He was back before she could muster the energy to second-guess herself. Gideon pulled down the comforter and waited for her to climb beneath it before he followed suit. She tensed, waiting for the inevitable awkwardness, but he just slipped in behind her and guided her so he could spoon her. He kissed the back of her neck. “Sleep.”

Lucy thought it impossible, but the heat of him and the feel of safety being tucked against his big body lulled her circling thoughts to a standstill. Between one breath and the next, she slipped into a deep sleep.

Gideon woke to the smell of bacon. For one disorientating moment he didn’t know where he was, but then the events of the night came rushing back to him. Lucy. Her apartment. Sleeping here. He sat up and scrubbed a hand over his face.I told her I missed her and then I stayed the night.For all his intentions of respectingherintentions, Gideon was doing a piss-poor job of following through.

Worse, he’d been so focused on himself, he hadn’t stopped to ask her how she was doing after seeing Jeff again—a week ago.Fuck me.He stopped in the bathroom to brush his teeth as best he could with a finger and pulled on his pants.

He found Lucy in the kitchen, opening a series of take-out containers. She looked fresh and happy, her hair back in a low-key ponytail, and wore black leggings and a blue sweater that matched her eyes. She smiled when she saw him. “Morning.”

“Morning.” He took in the spread. “What’s all this?”

“I think we can both agree that cooking isn’t one of my strengths, so I popped out and grabbed something edible.” She grabbed two mugs from one of her cabinets. “Coffee, however, I am capable of throwing together.”

“Survival skill.”

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