Chapter 37

“We’re going to need more paint then.” Emma rose to her feet, backing for the door without taking her eyes off him. “Gideon should…practice sculpting while I’m gone.”

“Oh, no worries there,” Gideon said.

She nodded, her hand fumbling behind her for the door knob. After several tries, she found it, and she turned and fled from the room.

“I don’t know if I should be relieved or sorry she left,” Jesse murmured.

Broad hands came around his chest, pinching his already taut nipples. “You do know she’s not buying paint, right?” Gideon bit at Jesse’s neck, his blunt teeth moving from spot to spot, finding fresh patches of skin to torture. “I’ll lay odds she’s in the shower already, with her hand between those lovely thighs of hers.”

Jesse caught his breath. “Was she…that worked up?”

“Aren’t you?” A hand stole down Jesse’s stomach, stopping at the edge of the molding. “I know you’re hard, Jess. I can smell it. And if I know, you can bet she picked up on it.”