Chapter 12 #2
The kiss deepened quickly, and soon he was making soft sounds of pleasure and excitement in his throat as his hands got more and more entitled.
Finally when I was getting aroused myself and could feel him hard against my hip, I pulled away gasping. “Gideon, we’re going to be late for work.”
“Who the hell cares about that?” he growled, capturing my mouth again.
I was shaking with both laughter and excitement as his tongue stroked into my mouth deeply. I managed to get my legs around him so I could align myself better with his groin.
We started to rock together as we kissed, and my skin flushed hot all over my body as arousal built up more deeply. Soon I was clawing at his bare back, and he was trying to push up the oversized T-shirt I wore.
He broke the kiss so he could pull the shirt off over my head, and then he lowered his mouth to one of my breasts, teasing it until I arched and whimpered.
“Please,” I gasped at last, when the pleasure became torturous. “Please, I don’t want to wait anymore.”
He released a muffled groan and let my nipple slip from his lips. Then, together, we undid his trousers and freed his erection. He aligned himself at my entrance by the simple expedient of pushing aside my panties. Then he was inside me, and both of us were groaning with pleasure.
He was kissing me again as he started to thrust, and I pumped my hips up to match his motion. Our rhythm intensified as the kiss deepened, and my whole body throbbed with pleasure, with feeling, with love so pure it united my body and heart.
When our motion became more urgent, our kiss fell apart. But he was still right there, so close to me, gazing down at me with blue eyes that had never looked at me with anything but love.
“Oh fuck, baby, I love you.” He panted out the words in time to his motion.
I arched up. “Yeah. Me too.” I clawed at his ass in my effort to feel him even more.
“I love you,” he rasped again. And then, “I love you” again on his next thrust. He kept grunting the words out as his rocking became harder and faster.
My whole body was tightening helplessly. I tried to tell him I loved him too, but I could only make little sobbing noises as our bodies moved like one.
Then my fingernails dug into his flesh as all the feeling and sensation tightened into a coil just before it released. I cried out with my climax, feeling it deep, feeling it with everything. Then, as I came down breathlessly, I wrapped my legs around him to draw him even deeper inside me.
His face twisted with effort and pleasure, and he grunted out a few wordless sounds before pushing hard against me in final, clumsy thrusts. Then he was coming too, and I was watching the pleasure, relief, emotion, and culmination wash over his face as he let go.
It was too much. Too good. It took everything out of me. I clung to him desperately as his body relaxed, and he lowered his weight onto mine, gasping against my neck.
“I love you,” I murmured with a scratchy voice. “Gideon, I love you so much.”
“Me too.” His voice was muffled because he was pressing little kisses onto my throat. “I love you too.”
After a minute, he lifted his head. “You came for real?”
I nodded, blushing for no good reason. At least my skin was so flushed already he probably wouldn’t notice. “Yeah. You know I’m not faking it anymore.”
He lowered his head again, and I felt him shake a few times, some sort of shuddering emotion.
But he was grinning when he raised his head. “What do you think? Maybe we should both call in sick today.”
* * *
A couple of months later, I reached out to hold Gideon’s hand as we walked through the pleasant, airy living room of an apartment. The building was in the same neighborhood as my old apartment and his current one.
The floors were beautiful, wide-plank hardwood, and the updated kitchen connected to the living area, and there were big windows with lovely molding that looked out onto the cityscape.
“So you can see, the owners didn’t cut corners when they upgraded the kitchen. These are very good appliances.” The realtor opened the refrigerator and then the stove so we could see, and then she ran her hand over the dark granite counter.
“What do you think?” Gideon asked, watching my face, looking for any sign of dislike or resistance.
“It’s really nice,” I said, smiling at him. Then I turned to the realtor. “They did a good job.”
“I think so too. Come this way, and I’ll show you the bathroom.”
We walked through to the bathroom, which was also nicely updated, and into the one bedroom. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t at all a bad size for the asking price of the home. There was even a long balcony that could be entered from the bedroom or the living room.
The realtor said she’d let us talk and went out to the other room to give us some privacy.
“So what do you think?” Gideon asked for about the fourth time in the twenty minutes we’d been in the apartment. “I know you don’t want something too modern-looking, but this has some nice, historic details.” He ran his hand along the exposed brick of one of the bedroom walls.
“I like it. It’s not too modern, and it’s got a great floor plan.” I looked around, trying to imagine both his and my stuff in this bedroom. “It’s not very big.”
“No,” he agreed slowly. “But I think it’s as big as we can find for our budget.”
I’d grown up with a lot of money, so I was used to huge, spacious places. My old apartment had been almost twice as large as this. But the cottage was tiny, and I’d been fine there. I would be fine here too. “I do like it. Do you think all our stuff can fit?”
His mouth tilted up. “Well, you might have to purge a few of your shoes.”
I gasped in outrage and swatted him on the chest. “Fine. Then you can purge that horrible brown chair.”
He laughed, but then his face sobered. “Seriously, what do you think? We need to move quickly if we want it. At this price, it’s going to go fast.”
“It’s in our neighborhood,” I said, feeling a little nervous at making this step and excited at the same time. “And the closet is a really good size.”
“And it’s not over our budget.”
We’d been looking for a couple of weeks, and the only things Gideon seemed to really care about were that I liked the place and we didn’t spend more than we could afford.
“I think it’s as good as we’re going to find,” I said at last. “I think this is it.”
He was scrutinizing my face. “So you want to go for it?”
“Yeah. Yeah. I think so.”
“We can always rent instead if you don’t want to—”
“I do want to. It’s a good investment. I want to buy a place with you. Although…” I trailed off, suddenly self-conscious.
He tilted my head up. “Although what? If you have any hesitations, you need to tell me.”
I tried not to squirm. “I don’t have hesitations. I was just thinking that we’d only be able to stay here for a few years. I mean, if we’re going to have kids. I mean, not that we have to, but if…” I trailed off lamely.
He pulled me into a tight hug with a rough sound of feeling. “Christ, Diana. Hopefully, we’ll just be living here for a few years.”
And that was exactly what I wanted to hear.
When he pulled away, he said, “Even for a few years, this will be a good investment. So we should go for it?”
“Yeah. Let’s put an offer on it.”
“And you’re completely comfortable making this kind of commitment with me. To me.” He was peering closely at my face.
I smiled and shook my head. “Silly. I committed to you a long time ago.”
* * *
A couple of months after that, we were moved into our new place, and I was happier than, just a year ago, I’d ever imagined I could possibly be again.