I rolled my hips against his mouth, searching for that combination that would let me freaking come, but Gideon had other plans. He kept backing off and letting me coast on the frustrating edge before driving me back up again with his long, thick fingers and perfectly rough tongue.
“Jesus.” I arched and grabbed for anything above my head. I found the heavy headboard with sturdy slats for me to hang onto. He moved to his knees and held me splayed open as he filled me with his fingers and lapped at me. I was beyond blind and incapable of watching at this point.
I was in survival mode as I thrashed under his touch.
“Fucking come, dammit,” he said before he sucked on my clit hard enough that I saw all the damn angels and stars in the freaking sky. I hoped to freaking hell I wasn’t really screaming because in my head I certainly was.
“Yes.”
I wasn’t sure if he said it or me, but it was a fuck, yes. I came so hard my breath stopped, and the world went black and silent.
Then he was over me. Inside me. The part of him I needed most finally filling me up.
I wrapped my legs around his hips as he drove into me, bracing one arm on the headboard to create even more of an angle. I tore at his back, bit his shoulder and neck. I tasted myself on his beard as our kisses became erratic and wild.
He wrapped one big arm under me and held me close as he battered me into the mattress with every ounce of the passion that always seemed to sneak up on us. And for the first time, I wished there was no condom. Nothing between us.
I held on as I broke again, but this time, he was with me.
He threw back his head and the cords in his neck stood out in stark relief before those crazy green eyes that I loved so damn much zeroed in on me. He touched his forehead to mine as he gathered me in close and collapsed on me for a moment.
I laughed and let out a strangled, “oof.”
He grunted and rolled us over until I sprawled across him. “I might need another shower after that one.”
“Showoff.”
He laughed and slipped out from under me to take care of the condom. When he came back from the bathroom, he grinned down at me. “I like you in my bed, Mace.”
“If those are the perks, I’m l
iking it quite a bit myself.”
“Shove over. I’m not one of your cats who’s happy with a slice of the bed.”
“Ah, you’ve never slept with a cat before. It’s the human that gets a slice, not the cat.” But I moved over and we settled in. Surprisingly, a heavy male arm around me worked as the cure for insomnia.
Or maybe it was the orgasms because the next thing I knew, the alarm next to his bed was blaring. I peeled one eye open and then sat up like a shot before I remembered I didn’t have to be at the café. I hadn’t slept until six-thirty in the morning in…
I couldn’t even remember.
I was then ceremoniously body-slammed into the mattress again.
“It’s not time yet,” Gideon grumbled into my neck as he spooned around me.
“Then why did you set your alarm?”
“Because if I don’t set my alarm, I’ll sleep until nine.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t usually sleep.”
“You were out.” He wound his arms around my waist and cupped my breast. “So, my orgasms are a sleeping pill?”
“Not sure there’s anything to preen about with that statement, pal.”
“Fucked you into a coma? Yeah, I’m good with that.”
I elbowed him and squeaked when he bit the back of my neck.