I would never share him that way, I was to possessive. And he would never share even a glimpse of me because he was too protective.
Of course, Bella.” The duchess leaned over, and pressed their cheeks together. “What are mothers for, if not to help their daughters find mistresses for their husbands?
To call either of us virgins would be ridiculous, yet emotionally that was just what we were. Fumbling in the dark and too eager, completely out of our depths and self-conscious, trying to impress and missing all the subtle nuances.
I felt drawn to him, as if a rope bound my waist and he were slowly, inexorably pulling it.
It would be another scar to add his collection, another bitter memory he’d always have, a memory I would share and fear along with him, but it wouldn’t rule us. We wouldn’t let it.
As he’d told me once, he had been the recipient of many I love yous over the years, but he’d never believed them because they hadn’t been backed up with truth, trust, and honesty. The words meant little to him, which was why he refused to say them to me. I tried not to let him see how it hurt me that he wouldn’t say them. I figured that was an adjustment I’d have to make to be with him.
Good at believing what they wanted and ignoring any proof to the contrary.
Since the result is the same either way, I choose the path of least disruption.
My life was ordered. Now, it’s an adventure.
Teases don’t deliver. I do. -Gideon Cross.
I was dying to see how the rest of the night would go, how many more sides of Gideon I’d get to discover. Because I loved this side of the man as much as I loved the powerful businessman in the suit and the dominant lover in my bed and the broken child who couldn’t hide his tears and the tender partner who held me when I cried.
His lip curled in a sneer. “You always kiss your mistakes like that?
I was unsettled at the thought of going the entire weekend without him. Worse, I hated the thought of him spending that amount of time away from me. He had a world of choices and possibilities out there, women who weren’t so screwed up and difficult to be with.
I’ll see you at five, ace.” “Not a minute later,” he ordered gruffly. I laughed despite myself, infatuated with every rough-edged facet of him. “Or what?” Pulling back, he gave me a look that made my toes curl. “Or I come get you.
If you think I don’t spend a good percentage of every day trying to figure you out, you’re not paying attention.
But what really hurts is that you automatically default to thinking my way is wrong just because I handle things in a way you wouldn’t.
It seemed so obvious suddenly, that Brett had never really thought of me as his. Not the way Gideon did. Brett had wanted me, still did, but even when he’d had me, he hadn’t asserted any ownership and he certainly hadn’t ever given anything real of himself to me.
Panting softly, I licked my dry lips. He groaned, tilted his head, and sealed his mouth over mine. I was shocked by how soft his firm lips were and the gentleness of the pressure he exerted. I sighed and his tongue dipped inside, tasting me in long, leisurely licks. His kiss was confident, skilled, and just the right side of aggressive to turn me on wildly.
I smiled, feeling dazed and high.
I want this. Coming home to you.