“It was a yearning, a craving so intense that the desire nearly brought
me to my knees. There was a flavor heavy on my tongue. I savored the
temptation. It tasted like Gideon.”
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Copyright © 2013 Charity Parkerson
--Warning:
This book contains graphic depictions of sexual activity including oral sex and
masturbation. It is intended for mature audiences not offended by explicit
representations of sexual activity between consenting adults.
Gideon looked down at his soiled
shirt and winced before tugging it over his head, leaving his chest bare. He
tossed the shirt in the general direction of the living room, but Skylar didn’t
bother to look in order to see where it landed. Her gaze was locked onto his
body and she was making a valiant attempt not to swallow her tongue. God had
obviously been in a very good mood the day he created Gideon, she thought as
she sent up kudos to God.
Skylar had no clue what his better
idea was, but she liked it already.
“I think we should have sex.”
Skylar felt like a deer in headlights
and the only thing she could think to say was, “Why?”
The look he gave her at the question
was priceless. It was a mixture of confused, surprised, and amused, as if he
anticipated every reaction in the world but the one she gave. If she was being
honest, her response surprised her too. If she could have envisioned this
moment, she was sure she would have been jumping on his back and dry humping
him before he knew what hit him.
“What do you mean why?” he asked, but
without waiting for an answer, he said, “Because you’re beautiful and I want
you. Because we’re both adults and you want me too.”
She couldn’t call him a liar.
Gideon linked his fingers behind his
head, scrubbing it hard as if the frustration was becoming too much. Skylar’s
mouth watered in response. Every line of his stomach flexed and hardened at the
motion. She couldn’t look away. Something almost animalistic grew inside of her
as she stared at his body. He belonged to her,
damn it, and she would not give him up. She was the one who drooled over him
and fantasized about him at night. Other women might do the same, but she was
willing to bet all her worldly possessions that no one wanted him as badly as
she did. Maybe he was out of her league and most likely he would ruin her for
all other men, but by God, he’d remember her fondly, and then she would take
those memories to keep her warm at night after he was gone.
Find out what happens next....
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