Page 65 of Gideon
“Sex and food,” he groans, turning on his back and putting his hand over his eyes. “If it’s not one it’s the other. You’re insatiable.”
Only for you,I think, able to look my fill at him with his eyes covered. I rake my eyes over that lean body with the wide shoulders, flat stomach, narrow hips, and long legs. Even his high arched feet are attractive. His cock lies spent in its nest of black curls. Instead of saying the words, I nudge him. “Come on. Don’t lapse into a coma, Grandad. I’m starving. You can’t treat a boy from Cardiff like this.”
He removes his hand and the frown on his face can’t conceal the twitch of his lips. This man loves backchat like no one I’ve ever met. It’s an eternal mystery to me why so many people are so polite to him. He’s crying out for sarcasm and snark.
“I can think of many ways to treat this boy from Cardiff, but none that they’d put on the tourist leaflets.”
I wink and sit up, slapping him on the hip. “Come on. Feed me.”
“You’re like a fucking gremlin but one that’s already badly behaved.”
“Shall I order a takeaway?” I say brightly, reaching out to the bedside drawer. “Didn’t you put the menu from last night in here?”
“Other drawer,” he says quickly, reaching out a hand, but I’ve already opened the drawer and I’m gaping at the contents. I reach in and draw out the sheaf of papers. “Gid, these are my–”
“Emails, I know,” he says, looking steadily at me but with a flush over his sharp cheekbones.
“You kept them?”
“Obviously, oh master of the blindingly obvious.”
I shake my head and reach out and pinch him before he can move.
“Ow,” he says indignantly. “What was that for?”
“Sarcasm,” I return briefly. “I can’t believe you kept them,” I say softly.
“Yes, well, don’t read too much into it,” he says grumpily. “My eyes get tired looking at a screen. That’s all.”
“Oh, okay, Pinocchio.” I smack a kiss on his lips and bound out of bed.
“Wait. Where are you going?”
“To get this,” I say, pacing over to my laptop bag where it’s lain on one side for days, abandoned and forgotten. I pull out an identical sheaf of papers and brandish them at him.
“Oh,” he says softly. “Are those mine?”
“They are.” I come to stand by the side of the bed. “And I’m not going to use the excuse of bad eyesight. Mainly because my eyes are young and still full of vitality. Ouch!” I leap away and then climb onto Gideon’s supine figure and bend to kiss him. “But mainly because I wanted them close to me because I missed you so much while we were apart.”
“You did?” he asks almost shyly, which he’d be utterly horrified to know makes him look adorable.
I raise an eyebrow. “Well?”
He sighs. “Okay, I might have missed you a bit.” He shakes his head. “Who am I kidding? I missed you so much it was like losing my arm.” He pulls me down to him and takes my lips in a soft kiss.
I pull back eventually, feeling my breath picking up and the pulse in my body. “That was lush, that was,” I whisper. He smiles at me, looking slightly vulnerable, so I cock my head on one side. “Snog, marry, or kill Charlie Hunnam, Luke Evans, and Daniel Craig?”
“Pardon?”
“If you had to choose one, which would you go for?”
“No,” he says, pinching me so I roll off him, laughing. He stands up. “I refuse to answer that because, while it sounds perfectly innocuous, I just know that you’ll find a way to turn it into an examination of my deepest feelings.”
“Spoilsport,” I say with a pout.
“Yep, and a hungry one. Come on. Let’s shower and get dressed.”
“For takeaway? Can’t we be naked like normal?”
