Chapter 6

Gideon’s soft words sent a chill down his spine—it wasn’t what he said, it was his familiar tone. The tone that triggered several immediate, unconscious responses in Jesse every single time. He moaned softly, acknowledging that Gideon had been right.

Jesse brought his hands around and slid them up her body to cup her breasts. They were heavy against his palms. He massaged her until her nipples hardened, his mouth never leaving her neck. His cock pressed against his pants painfully, and each time she shifted her weight, she pushed against his erection, sending sharp slivers of pleasure through his groin.

“You made me crazy at the museum,” he admitted against her skin.

Her chin came back down, eyes that were nearly black meeting his. The hunger that gleamed there was so familiar, softer than Gideon’s but just as hypnotic, and her swollen mouth was practically begging him to start kissing her again.