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She nods, her eyes glowing as the enormity of it all sinks in. “It could change everything we know about ancient civilizations, about how knowledge was passed down and hidden.”
Pride and protectiveness fill my chest. I wrap my fingers around hers and tug her to her feet, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “I knew you were extraordinary the moment I saw you at that garden party, Verity.”
“Gideon,” she whispers, drawing my eyes to her lips and then up to her eyes. They’re a deep honey brown and make me hot all over when I catch her looking at my lips. I half expect her to pull away, maybe tell me to behave myself, but she doesn’t.
She simply holds my hand and watches me, her eyes moving over my face and slowly up to my eyes. They stay on mine for a second before moving back to my mouth. She still doesn’t trust that she can look into my eyes for long despite my reassurances. She still thinks she’ll turn to stone.
I reach out and trace my index finger over her soft cheek. The flesh beneath my finger is silky and pliant.Her pink lips part, drawing my gaze to her mouth. I can’t stand it any longer and tip her face up. A soft sigh of satisfaction escapes her lips as I move closer. I have to know what she tastes like, or I’ll fucking die.
Watermelon chewing gum. That’s what she tastes like. Watermelon chewing gum and everything I’ve ever wanted to taste. I inhale the scent of her light perfume and slide my hand into her ponytail. I tug her head back gently, opening her mouth to more of my kiss, to my tongue.
Her mouth is hot, her tongue slick, as I delve into her mouth. She’s accepted my kiss, but I don’t want to push her too far. Not yet.
I’ve been worried she thought I was gross because of my snakes or my size because she wouldn’t look me in the eye, but the hungry sound she makes in the back of her throat tells me something different. That she wants me.
She’s always played it cool with a gaze that would wither Medusa when she thought I was stepping out of line. But she doesn’t pull away and slap me or glare at me with her withering gaze. She touches my shoulder instead, moving it down to my chest when one of my snakes slithers near her hand. She leans into the kiss, kissing me back, her head moving to the right as I tilt it where I want it.
I pull away, looking at the woman I’ve spent the last month fantasizing about. I don’t want to pressure her, but I also don’t want her to say no. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted a woman in my life, and if she says no, if she pulls away in disgust, it will wreck me.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, looking at her pretty dark eyes. I could get lost in their depths, even when she’s staring at a spot somewhere around my forehead.
She looks dazed, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen from my kiss. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“Do you want me to stop, Verity?” I repeat at her glazed look. “If you do, you need to tell me now,” I groan into her mouth, my body hard and throbbing for her. Every inch of me feels swollen, ready to explode if she touches me in the right spot. And I may just die if she asks me to stop.
“I don’t want you to stop, Gideon,” she whispers.
Her eyes flicker with a mix of desire and uncertainty as she looks at me. My body responds to her words, my heart pounding in my chest. I want her so badly that it’s almost painful.
“Are you sure?” I prod, wanting her to be absolutely certain.
She nods, her hair swinging in her ponytail. A tuft by her ear has come free, and I tuck the strands behind her ear, letting my fingers trail down the curve of her jaw.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” I ask, my voice low and rough around the edges.
“Do what? Tuck hair behind my ear?” she asks softly, as though afraid of breaking the spell.
“No.” I chuckle and shake my head. “How long I’ve wanted to kiss you?”
“No,” she whispers.
“Since the moment I laid eyes on you in that garden,” I confess.
I lean in to kiss her again, my fingers tangling in her hair as I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She moans into the kiss, her hands grabbing my shirt. I pull back again, my forehead resting against hers as we try to catch our breath. One of my snakes slides along her forehead, but she doesn’t shudder or pull away this time. She smiles at the sensation.
“I don’t want to pressure you,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
“I know,” she replies, her voice just as soft. “But I want you.”
I can’t believe my ears. For so long, I’ve been convinced she’s out of my league, that someone as intelligent and fucking gorgeous as Verity would never be interested in a gorgon like me. But now, here she is, telling me she wants me as much as I want her.
I lean in again, my hands roaming over her body as I deepen the kiss. She tastes sweet and delicious, uniquely her. I can’t get enough of her, my hunger for her growing with each passing moment.
As I continue to ravish her mouth, my snakes slither eagerly around our heads, drawn by the heat and passion of our embrace. I know I need to be careful, that my snakes can be a turn-off for some people, but my woman doesn’t seem to mind at all.
I tear my mouth from Verity’s, my eyes locked on hers. “Are you sure you’re okay with my snakes?”
She pulls my head back to hers, back to her lips. That is answer enough.
