The Gideon Affair (29 page)

He didn’t laugh or tease her about it. In fact, he was looking at her as if she was the crown jewels or something.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re fucking unbelievable. You know that, don’t you?”

She had no idea where he was headed with a statement like that, so she said nothing.

“I’m in love with you and dead serious about wanting to get married. We’re on a journey of firsts and now you’ve just given me a fantastic gift.”

Gift? What the hell was he talking about?

“Sweetheart … I’m going to carry you into my bedroom and lay you down on the bed. Then I’m going to peel those pathetically skimpy panties off your sweet little body with my teeth. And if neither of us has gone blind or passed out from frustration by then, it will be my great honor to spread your legs and lick your pussy until stars explode in your head and you come all over my face.”

What could she say to that? Nothing, so she kissed him instead.

“Do you still trust me?”

“I’m nervous. Doing that’s never worked out …” She shrugged and didn’t finish.

“That was sex. This is different. Let me make this happen for you, Paige. Look, I’m not going to find pretty words for what I want to do to you. Fuck that. I’m going to use my fingers to expose the lips I already know are slick with arousal. I bet your clit will be pink and swollen, and even though I’ll want to tease it with my fingers, watch it swell and pulse from your pleasure, I’ll wait until my tongue works it over good. Rapid flicks to drive you wild and then when you’re panting with need, I’ll suck the tender nub with my lips and pull it into my mouth.”

“Unf.” Her body was throbbing with need.

“That whole time your pussy will be dripping with the sweetest nectar imaginable. You’ll feel it dribbling down the seam of your tight ass. It’s a fucking shame you can’t see how beautiful your arousal is. That sexy, creamy proof of your feelings. For me. I want to be the only man who eats your pussy and makes you cry out when an orgasm blows you apart.”

His words were so descriptive she couldn’t help the shameless way she undulated on his lap. How could he tease her this way? She was already on fire.

“But before you climax, when my mouth and tongue have had their fill, there will be one last pleasure. It’s not enough just to suck your clit. I want to feel you come. Want to know what your pussy feels like when the spasms hit so later, when I bury my cock in your heat, I’ll join you when your body explodes. For that, I’ll use my fingers to massage the slick walls and press against your pleasure center.”

He was watching her face so closely. Reading her reactions, gauging how his words affected her.

“Do you want to come like that, babe? With your clit on my tongue, two fingers deep inside you, legs spread wide?”

Paige struggled to breathe, but she knew just what to say. “”After you taste me, can I taste you?”

His eyes blazed, and she was astonished to see warm color rise to his cheeks. “Oh, believe me, babe. We’ll get around to that sooner or later. Count on it.” For emphasis, he put a finger into her mouth, which she wasted no time swirling her tongue around before sucking on the poor substitute for what she really wanted.

“Bed, I think,” he muttered out loud. Standing, he transferred her weight to his arms and carried her through the house. She ran a hand across his chest and scraped her nails in circles around his nipples. Growling, he warned her, “Keep that up and I’ll make your ass pink.”

“Threat or promise?”

“Both.” He snorted as he stomped his way into the big, open space of his black and white bedroom with the massive upholstered bed placed right in the middle. It was so ruggedly male, she nearly giggled when it came into view. He tilted her bodily toward the bed. “Pull back the comforter.” After she’d revealed the linens, he looked down at her in his arms and practically devoured her with his eyes.

“I’m going to make love to you now, sweetheart, and I need you to be outside your head. Don’t hold back, okay? Just let it all happen. Go inside your body. Find what gives you pleasure and share that with me. Remember, we’re not fucking. This is you and me, Paige. I want all your love.”

She surrendered so fast he looked a little surprised.

“I want to make love with you, and I don’t want to regret it. Ever.”

His blue eyes smoldered and turned a smoky blue gray.

“There will be no regrets—ever—between us. This is just the beginning, my love. What we start tonight won’t just change everything, it’ll last a lifetime.”

Dawn was breaking. He could see the first bursts of daylight peeking through the clouds. It was going to be a great day. He was sure of it.

Beside him, Paige lay deep in slumber, some covers tangled around her torso and tucked beneath her hips; she was on her stomach, one arm tucked under and the other flung wide with a leg crooked at the knee and the other straight. Even dead asleep, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He didn’t care that her brown curls were a tangled mess. He’d gotten carried away with the hair grabbing once he felt her response to the aggressive stimuli. Of course, she gave as good as she got, making a complete shit show of his lengthening mane, too. Another way they were well matched. She did a hell of a lot more than just submit. Paige demanded equal time, and he gladly let her take the reins at times and at the end of it all, they both looked like bloody hell. A short, snorting laugh left his lips.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying there watching her. Time didn’t seem to have concrete meaning after the wildly erotic night they’d shared. They took a leap of faith, and holy fuck, had the result been spectacular. Epic. Life changing. If he really thought about it, which clearly he was, every second since he’d carefully laid her on his bed, posing her in a way that would make his brain melt thinking about it later, had been a living guide to their deepest selves.

She was nervous; he saw it in her eyes and by the way her fingers pawed the bed searching for an anchor to hold on to. The evidence of his desire was quite visible on her skin so it wasn’t as if he could feign ignorance to her tension. He’d done quite a number on her neck and especially her breasts leaving trails of bite marks, bruising from the voracious suckling, and signs of his beard chafing her tender skin.

Looking at her now—fast asleep and naked in his bed—he didn’t have to search long to see a love bite on her shoulder. His manhood stirred. Such a primitive response, one he’d acted out loads of times, but this was truly another first for him. The primal possessiveness—that Alpha hero bullshit everyone talked about—was alive inside him and strong as … I don’t know. Thor’s hammer maybe? That seemed otherworldly impressive, which pretty fucking well described how he felt.

Edward wiggled closer. Her body was like a powerful force pulling him in. He didn’t want to wake her; she’d had enough after their last high-intensity coupling, but even so, he craved the contact. Especially while his head was still whirling.

He’d followed through, smashing her insecurities and hesitation to dust by devouring her pussy in an insanely hot interlude that just thinking about made his mouth water. He was pretty damn proud of how he’d managed to get the ridiculous scrap of satin she’d paraded as panties off her trembling body with just his teeth. His hands had been too busy stroking every inch of her lovely, soft skin to be of much assistance, anyway.

Etched in his mind now was an image he’d take with him forever, of Paige completely naked before him for the first time. The way she’d arched and undulated, teasing his senses with a seductive display that sent out a call he intended to answer, had worked his already overloaded system like the most potent of aphrodisiacs.

To his ferocious delight, she kept her lady parts au natural. A sweet thatch of brown curls sent carnal shockwaves to all his nerve endings. He’d reached for his twitching cock to ease the ache that seeing her in all her bare-assed glory had started. He wasn’t a fan of the bare pubes look—kind of freaked him out. Fucking teenagers and wannabe baby girls had never been his thing.

Rubbing his unbridled hard-on through his pants, he’d mindfully dove in and took them both on a wild romp that went exactly as predicted. Not only did he get her to come, but he’d actually also brought her to a couple of screaming orgasms that drenched his face, the bed, and the hand massaging her pussy, reducing his sexy lover to a quivering heap.

The whole thing had been intense. Immediately after, he’d acted out a brain fart from one of his favorite movies that thankfully had her laughing hysterically and given them a poignant Edward and Paige moment. It was that scene from
Castaway
with the crazy talented Tom Hanks where he first made fire. Standing bare-chested by the bed, he’d pounded his chest, pointed at her quaking body, and declared at the top of his lungs, “I made my woman come. Me. An orgasm. She came on my tongue.” It had been funny as shit.

He rather enjoyed what came next. After his boisterous declaration of pussy eating victory, she’d gotten him back in pretty short order. He couldn’t remember how she’d managed to get his pants off. He sort of recalled that she’d gotten grabby with his ass and then his cock while doing naughty things to his nipples. That part was a blur. He’d been so pumped up and stimulated that he’d hung on by a shortening thread until that moment when they were both naked. That part he remembered clearly.

She’d been on her knees … a recurring theme with them—and quite simply gasped in what he hoped was delight when she’d finally freed his flesh. Murmuring his name, wonder filled her throaty growl. It was a perfect moment.

There was no fucking way he’d survive her mouth on his dick, that’d come much later, but that didn’t mean she didn’t get to explore him. Oh, she did and quite spectacularly including pushing him onto his back in the middle of the enormous bed and climbing onto his body for an intimate lap dance that stopped just short of penetration.

Stopping her feverish dance before things went too far, he’d rolled her around the bed, kissing, caressing, fingering, until they’d reached the point of no return.

That first time had been more than special. He’d wanted them to both remember the moment when at last they joined intimately, so he slowed things waaaay down. Whispering words of love mixed with cries of passion, he’d claimed her in excruciating slow motion, lifting her ass with his hands until her lips separated and all he could focus on was the glistening arousal that awaited him.

When he’d fit the fat head of his cock to her opening, they’d both gasped. It was time. With more finesse than he ever imagined he possessed, Edward had flexed his hips and began the long, slow, wet slide inside her body. It wasn’t easy. He was big; he didn’t say that with any kind of arrogance, and she, although fantastically toned and fit, was small boned and a thousand times more delicate than her demeanor implied.

But her need had been great, demanding more until she’d taken all of him. Fully seated in her tight, wet heat, he’d grunted, she’d moaned, and time had stood still. Her legs had gone around his hips and she’d reached for him, drawing him down until his full weight pressed her into the bed.

“Are you okay?” he’d asked. She couldn’t speak words so her body had answered the question, her inner muscles squeezing his cock until a deep groan broke free from his throat. And then he’d made love to her like his world depended on it and nothing would ever be the same after.

There were several well-used condoms in the trashcan, and he could feel the scratchy evidence of a tear off pouch under his butt. She’d bitched that protection wasn’t necessary. Something about the pill, being cursed with her mother’s uterus, and acting like a shrew every month. Nothing he understood, but he was having none of that shit anyway. The selfish orgasm chasing asshole who must live inside every guy had been ready and eager to concede, but this was Paige. Though 99.999 percent certain he was clean, without a doctor confirming that last miniscule percent, he’d never put her in jeopardy that way.

The woman with her back curved into this body mumbled softly and repositioned. My god, she was his. In short order, his heart did a little tap dance, he made up his mind about what came next, and then carefully wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her close. His last thought before dozing off was that he loved Paige Turner. Him. Edward Banning. Right that second, he didn’t give a double-horned fart in church about Gideon Shaw.