Chapter 21 #2
I blinked. My thoughts had been consumed with Gideon. People still congratulated me on my marriage. I’d almost forgotten that I’d been on a few dates with Mark. “No. He’s steering clear of me.”
“Good.” He took his dishes to the sink. “I’m going to shower.”
His jean-clad ass had my rapt attention as he sauntered down the hallway and disappeared into the bedroom. He’d had fun and he was pissed about it. That summed up his mood.
I sighed and went to the bedroom. I’d clean up in the bathroom after him.
A few minutes later, he was done, exiting the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The scruff on his cheeks was longer. He hadn’t shaved yesterday or today.
I grabbed my pajamas and scooted around him. This bedroom was tiny when he was in it.
He grasped my elbow and spun me toward him.
“What’s wro—”
He smashed his mouth onto mine. The kiss was immediately all-consuming.
His whiskers brushed my skin, sending rivulets of tingles down my body.
I shivered, and he hugged me closer to him.
My arms were crushed between us, but I still had a hold on my pajamas.
I couldn’t drop them if I tried. They’d have gotten caught on the thick erection pressing between us anyway.
He pulled back enough to say, “I missed you today.”
“Mmm. It’s been a while since I’ve helped. Tate tries not to do it over weekends all the time.”
His gaze bounced between my eyes. “I kept thinking how sexy you’d be out there with your boots and cowboy hat.” He pressed another kiss to my lips. “I kept wondering how much your tits would bounce when you rode.”
The tingle turned to a full-body shiver. “Mr. James, did you give yourself an erection on horseback?”
“Yes. That was fucking irritating too. Good thing I had to go flush out the cattle right then.”
“I like where this is going, but I’ve gotta use the bathroom.”
Another kiss before he let me go. “Okay, but I’m not done with you.”
I scurried into the bathroom. I clipped my hair up and ran through the shower. I was about to crawl out of my skin with anticipation when I exited the bathroom. The overhead light was off. Only the glow from the lamp on my nightstand lit the room. The door was closed to keep the cat out.
Gideon was stretched out on his side of the bed, making my queen look like a twin bed. The towel was piled on top of his privates. His long legs, dusted with dark hair, were crossed at the ankle and still so damn muscular even as he slumbered.
I huffed out a quiet laugh. He must be exhausted. He’d been up before dawn, which at this time of year wasn’t as early as he was used to, but he hadn’t been behind a desk all day.
I left the door shut so Sprinkles wouldn’t wake him. I shut the light off and crawled in.
Heat emanated from him. Should I cover him up, or would he get too hot?
I lay back.
“I said I wasn’t done with you yet.”
I jolted. “Geez, you scared me.”
His deep chuckle resonated between us. “I might’ve been dozing, but a full day in the saddle isn’t enough to keep me from you.”
His compliment warmed me. “If you’re tired, you can sleep. It’s okay.”
“Autumn, turn that damn light back on so I can watch your tits jiggle when you ride me.”
I choked on a squeak. “I’m not riding you with the light on.”
We’d done a lot. He’d seen it all. But he was usually the one doing the work. I was like an enthusiastic bystander who loved the orgasms.
“Autumn,” he growled.
My breath hitched. Was I really going to chicken out? He knew what I looked like from so many different angles.
I flipped the lamp on. We were bathed in weak light.
He tossed the towel off him, and his cock strained long and proud toward his belly. “Climb on.”
A condom sat on the end table by him. I reached over him, but he caught my arm. “Not yet. I need to feel you first.”
The need in his voice was enough to get me to straddle him. He really wanted to see me astride him. I’d been on top before, but it had been an in-the-moment thing. Not the beginning, middle, and end.
He was tired, but like he said—not tired enough to skip this.
Who was I to deny him?
I adjusted my legs on either side of his hips. My pussy was right on him. Since we were touching, I could feel how wet I was from the slickness between us. I rubbed back and forth.
A deep groan left him. “Fuck, you’re like soaked velvet. Just fucking hot and soft.”
He gripped my thighs, but he didn’t move me. My breasts swayed as I leaned over and stroked myself up and down his length.
“Fuck,” he said from between clenched teeth. His body was taut, but I was turning to liquid. “You’re so goddamn wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you.”
As if he needed to rectify that, he palmed my breasts. The strength in his hands, hard and unyielding, was always gentle enough to keep from hurting me.
“Christ.” He retrieved the condom. “I’m not going to fucking last.”
He ripped the package open with his teeth, but I took the rest from him.
“Let me do it.”
His gaze promised retribution for slowing down the moment. I wanted to savor his attention. My insecurities were gone. How could they bother me when simple dry-humping got him this worked up?