I think it took two whole minutes for Gideon’s words to finally into my frazzled-by-rampant-desire brain. I wriggled, trying to…I’m not even sure what I was trying to do. Or achieve, for that matter. Maybe I thought I could shake away the feeling. But I do know that it only made the brain fog worse, the hardness pressing against me in just the right spot.
The one that had me seeing stars behind my eyelids.
So long. It had been so long since I’d felt like this. Weightless and happy, cherished even.
Once upon a time, s*x had been my only distraction, my little escape from…a terrible home life. It felt odd to even think, to give life to the thought. Before coming here, I’d worried that if I ever admitted, even to myself, how terrible my life was it would have only made it feel more real.
