Chapter 47

“The difference is knowing when to stop and then caring enough to actually do it.” When Gideon snaked his tongue around the shell of Jesse’s ear, a shiver ran down Jess’ spine. “Even when I know how badly you want it.”

Jesse clutched Gideon’s shirt with one hand, his other hand sneaking between their bodies to cup Gideon’s erection. “I’m glad one of us knows when to stop,” he murmured. “Because sometimes I do want it.”

Gideon snorted. “I’m beginning to wonder if your definition of sometimes is the same as Webster’s.” Carefully, he folded his hands over Jesse’s and peeled them off, pushing him away at the same time. “I came up because I found Tricia. I thought you’d want to know.”

Jesse blinked stupidly, his brain still three steps back, fixated on Gideon’s mouth so close to his neck. “Tricia? You brought her here?” Saying her name seemed to help. “Are the scratches courtesy of her?