Gideon slowly peeled himself away from me, a dopey kind of smile blooming on his face. It was like watching the sun come out from behind the clouds.
I smiled back, chewing on my bottom lip to try and stop it from morphing into a full-blown, horribly smug grin.
Groaning like a man in abject pain, he swooped down to capture my lips again. Was this what true passion was? The inability to keep one’s hands (and mouth) to themselves? Jack had never wanted me like this.
Murmuring against my mouth between clinging kisses, he said. “Seriously. We—I need to stop. I have to take a shower. There’s no way in hell I can go into the office like this.”
Like this? I hoped he meant all hot and bothered but he probably just meant dishevelled.
“So go.”
“I would,” his tongue traced my bottom lip, “
