Page 59 of Worth the Risk

‘Bloody hell,’ he muttered again.

I smiled against his heated skin. ‘I’m guessing that was your first experience with ice, too?’

He chuckled, and then we were both laughing. ‘My first but hopefully not my last.’

My laughter slowly died. I averted my face from his even though I had no right to let thoughts of other faceless women in Gideon’s future intrude in the moment.

I was still telling myself that when the dart of pain expanded in my chest. When it reached the point when I couldn’t quite catch my breath.

Relief washed over me when I heard the steady sound of Gideon’s breathing and knew he’d fallen into light sleep.

Only then did I allow myself to glance into his face, knowing that I’d crossed a certain line that would be hard to uncross again.

And that I only had myself to blame.

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