Page 28 of The Problem with Dating
Crap.
“You okay?”
I shook my head and opened my eyes, looking up over at him. “Sorry,” I exhaled. “I…I was daydreaming.”
Before he could comment, Nathan came up behind him, his tool bag in his hands. “So, did you learn anything today?”
I waved my e-reader at him. “Sorry,” I told him. “I’ve been reading.”
Nathan shook his head in disgust. “Why do I even bother with this family?” he grumbled before heading straight to the front door and walking out.
“Well…”
“He’ll get over it,” Gideon commented. “He needs to get Andie pregnant. The sooner they have a kid, the sooner he can brainwash it and leave the rest of us to our free will.”
“You gotta feel for the man, though,” I replied.
Gideon’s expression became positively wolfish. “You want to know what I wanna feel?”
My lady bits immediately perked up. “What’s that?” I asked, already knowing.
Both my phone and e-reader tumbled onto the couch as Gideon reached over the backrest, and grabbing me by my shoulders, hauled me up until I had my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs wrapped around waist.
His blue eyes twinkled with dirty thoughts as he said, “I can take a quick shower first, if you prefer.”
The offer seemed ridiculous in light of all the things we’d done to each other last night. It had been a real no-holds-barred night of dirty sex, making work sweat seem hardly an issue. But when I noticed some wood chips in his hair, I figured a shower was probably a good idea.
“How about we shower together?” I suggested.
His grin was wicked sexy. “How sore are you?”
My fingers started playing with his hair. “Why? Are you going to kiss it and make it all better?”
His eyes drifted towards my mouth, and I could hear a low rumble in this throat. When his eyes met mine again, he asked, “Is that your way of asking me to eat your pussy, baby?”
I squirmed in his arms.
Gideon wassogood at dirty talk.
I arched a brow. “I have to ask?”
“Never,” he replied. “Every chance I get, I’m going to have my face between your thighs. I gotta make sure you’re nice and wet and ready to take my cock.”
Sexual diva, I was not. But something about being with Gideon felt freeing. Being with him made me feel bolder. “I’m wet right now.” Gideon growled and walked us towards the guest bathroom.
As Gideon made his way down the hall, a thought occurred to me. “Wait. You don’t have any extra clothes here.”
“Then I guess you get me naked for the rest of the day.”
I laughed. “Gideon, I’m serious.”
He set me down just outside the bathroom door. Looking down at me, he said, “I’ll be right back, so don’t move.”
“Going to get a chance of clothes?”
“Nah,” he smirked. “I’m bringing over lots of changes of clothes.”
Lord, have mercy on my ovaries.
