Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I smile softly and drag my hand down her soft hair. “Yeah, she would.”
I’m not the angry kid that I was when I came here. I’ve healed, and I’ve been loved. But thinking about that time always leaves me a little off.
“You know,” she says quietly, “it’s not lost on me that you came from all that, your mom died the way she did, and you ended up protecting a woman. You’ve done for me what I know you would have done for your mom if you’d been there.”
This woman. I don’t know what to say. Because she hit the nail on the head, and it has my chest aching with emotion.
“Gideon.”
“Yes, little rebel.”
I feel her smile against my skin.
“Let’s go back to bed.”
Chapter Nineteen
Lena
“We’ll get there,” he murmurs, his voice growly as his big hands glide under the T-shirt of his that I grabbed off the floor before I ran outside this morning. He groans next to my ear. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”
He nibbles his way along my jawline, and then his mouth is on mine, kissing me as if he’ll never get enough of me. He grips my hips and pulls my core against his hardness, making me whimper.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers, his lips still against mine, and I can taste every beautiful word. “The most unexpected, amazing thing in my life.”
His hands glide under the shirt again, he pulls it over my head and casts it aside, and then his lips wrap around one metal-clad nipple, making my core clench.
“Need you,” I murmur, rocking over him. “Please, Gideon.”
“I’ll take care of you.” His lips pop off one nipple and then move to the next, licking and nibbling, moving that metal around, and I swear to God, I could come just like this. His hips move up, grinding against me. “Are you needy for this cock, baby?”
“Yes.” I’m starting to sweat from the need building within me. I have to get naked. I need him naked. “Gideon.”
“Tell me what you want. Use your words, Rebel.”
“You.” I lick my lips and press my forehead against his, breathing him in. “I need you inside me. I need you to fill me up.”
He sits forward, cups my face, and devours my mouth, and then I’m on my back and he’s stripping my leggings off, leaving me naked and wanting. I can’t stop staring as he sheds his own clothes and covers me with his body, nestling his cock in my slit, and pushes his hands into my hair.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers.
“I’m not perfect. Not even a little.”
“For me, you are.” His nose brushes back and forth over mine. His eyes are soft, full of an emotion I don’t dare hope for.
I can’t fall in love with him.
Pulling my legs higher against his hips, I glide my foot over the back of his leg, loving how warm his skin is.
“You have a stellar body,” I inform him as I drag my nails down his shoulders.
“It’s all yours.”
I wish it was all mine forever. I want all this forever.
But I don’t dare ask for it because the rejection might just kill me.
“I’m going to fucking worship you,” he growls as he kisses down my neck. His hands are everywhere, gliding, stroking, and pinching, then soothing as he nibbles his way back to my nipples.
Getting them pierced was the best fucking thing I ever did in my life.
“Shit.” I suck in a breath when his hand covers my pussy and he taps his fingertips over my clit, gently at first, and then harder, all while he sucks on my nipple, driving me absolutely out of my mind. “Gideon.”
“We’re not even close to you coming yet, Rebel.” He grins up at me and then presses wet kisses over my navel before moving farther south to my center. “I’m going to drive you wild. And you won’t come until I say you can.”
“How can I control it?”
“You’d better figure it out.” He nibbles the sensitive skin right next to my pussy, and then his mouth covers me, his tongue laps at me, and I cry out, gripping onto the edge of the sofa with one hand and his hair with the other.
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes, Gideon.”
He hums, and the vibration sends sparks up my spine. The pressure building in my core rocks me, almost makes me panic, it’s so all consuming.
“I’ve got you,” he says, pushing two fingers inside me and hitting that spot, the one that only this man has ever been able to find. “Let go, baby. Go over for me. God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words, the way he’s touching me—it sends me over the edge, and I scream as I come, my hips bucking up, meeting his lips.
“Breathe.” He works his way up and kisses my cheek, his fingers still inside me. “You have to breathe for me, Rebel.”