Chapter 29

“Not here,” he continued, “but later, in my bed, you’ll scream for me. Again. And again. Until you’re as hoarse as I’ve been waking up with your name on my lips.”

Mary understood it was simply a promise. She wouldbe in his bed. And she wouldscream for him until she couldn’t scream any more. Gideon wasn’t giving her a choice in the matter, and Mary didn’t need one. God knew she had been lost in fantasies of that very thing enough times in the past four weeks.

“I will,” she agreed, not interested in turning this into another challenge.

His thrusts quickened. Any other time, and she might have been fascinated by the play of the light against his pale skin, the contrast of his dark hair where it tumbled over his wide brow, the dance in his eyes as he gazed at her. Any other time, and she might have savored how he always knew where to pinch and where to tickle, how his muscles felt rippling beneath her hands, how it both burned and cooled everywhere he touched.