Chapter 45

“Missed you, too,” Jesse murmured. “Missed having you where you belong.”

She turned into his chest at that, lifting her chin to seek out his mouth. Love and lust, so tightly wound together as to be indistinguishable, burst between them, tangible even to Gideon sprawled along the foot of the bed. His careful attention to stretching her wavered with a scratch of his nails, a slight sting she’d transmitted to Jesse before she even realized she was doing it.

Neither of them were in a rush. Each thrust of Gideon’s fingers, each kiss and caress from Jesse, seemed calculated to prolong the contact and drive her out of her mind. Jesse kissed her neck below her ear, the hollow of her throat, each hard nipple, and then claimed her mouth, catching her moans and pleas. His mouth clung to hers, until her lungs burned and her moans morphed into desperate whimpers. Only then did Gideon pull his fingers free from her body.

Jesse broke from her mouth and kissed a line to her ear. “Turn around.”