Page 45 of The Problem with Dating
I had gotten sweet and romantic from Marco those years leading up to our wedding. He had done the flowers bit. He had taken me to dinner and high-class functions. He had remembered my birthday and the anniversaries of some of the things we’d done. He had behaved the perfect gentleman.
Until he hadn’t.
With Gideon, you got what you saw. He didn’t pretend for anyone, least of all for appearance’s sake.
Gideon was real.
And realizing that, I knew he meant what he’d said. He truly wouldn’t be telling me, or any woman, he loved them if he didn’t.
“I love you.” The words came barreling out, and to my surprise, it felt right to put it out there.
Yes, it was too soon.
Yes, I barely knew him.
Yes, we had a lot of baggage to deal with.
But I felt those words in my heart, and they felt right.
And as if to prove my point, he said, “That’s nice, baby. But it wouldn’t have made a difference if you didn’t. I’m keeping you. I already told you that.”
When his hands went for the button and zipper on my jeans, I said, “You’re a jerk.”
He smirked. “Yeah, but I’m your jerk.”
Yeah, he was.
Chapter 24
Gideon~
Jesus Christ.
A million lifetimes still wouldn’t be enough for me to get my fill of this woman. She called to every part of me that made me a man, and though it was hard with knowing what I now knew, she promised that she could accept me the way I was.
I wasn’t going to have to lower my voice with her. I wasn’t going to have to tread carefully around her emotions. I wasn’t going to have to rein it in inside the bedroom. I wasn’t going to have to pretend to be something or someone I wasn’t.
I was, however, going to watch for any signs that she might not be feeling safe. While she’s assured me that she’s not traumatized, and her story doesn’t compare that to many women who have suffered and are still suffering worse, it was important to me that she felt safe at all times.
It was important to me that she felt safe enough to argue with me.
And it was important to me that I felt safe enough to be me around her.
“Oh, God…Gideon…”
Currently, Echo was sprawled out across the island counter, her hands curled in a death grip around the edge, as I held her legs spread open, eating her pussy. I knew we still needed to have a serious talk, but we weren’t going to solve all the world’s problems tonight, so I opted to just be with her for right now.
We had tomorrow to talk and the rest of our lives to get it right.
“You like that, baby?” It wasn’t like I really needed to ask. Echo had a death grip on the counter, so I knew she was enjoying riding the hell out of my face, but I also knew she liked dirty talk.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Good,” I muttered against the wet flesh of her folds. “Because I love the way you taste, Echo. I’m going to eat your pussy every chance I get.”
“Okay,” she panted in complete agreement.
Applying pressure to her hard little clit, I slid two fingers inside her warmth, and she let out a breathy moan. I’ve been fucking her every night for a week, but she was still tight as hell, and I loved the idea of stretching her open with my cock. And I especially liked watching my cock pull all that white cream from her body. Pulling out to see my cock white with her enjoyment was a highlight unmatched.
