Trusting Gibson (Last Score Book 2) Read Free

him.
    Inhaling heavily, his lips appeared at my ear as he whispered seductively, “I know you’re not asleep, I can feel you thinking.” What was really weird was, it was almost as if he could. My first thought for the past week had been when am I going to wake up from this dream? When is someone going to tell me it’s time to go home?
    “And I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. I got you, darlin’, nothing bad is going to happen to you while you are with me. I told the team whatever it takes to keep you safe, darling.” I prayed that Gibson was right and meant every word. As I snuggled closer his erect dick was lying in the seam of my butt and I couldn’t help but give a little wriggle against him.
    I was worried, we’d had sex and it was all over the media. I had escaped my abusive ex-boyfriend after a windfall and settled myself a long way from that life, and now he would know where I had gone.
    Gibson growled and tightened his grip in the sexiest rub of his own in hissed response. “Fuck, Chloe. What are you doing to me?” Struggling to free myself, I turned to face him and when I looked up at him my heart raced. Just seeing him in front of me affected every fiber of my body. “Me? I was lying here minding my own business. Don’t blame me for your horny thoughts, Gibson Barclay.”
    Grinning widely with fire and desire in his eyes, he dipped his head and kissed the end of my nose. “You know something, Chloe? You do something to me, you know that right? I can’t explain it but fuck, it’s like I never know what to think, or how to express myself around you. You consume me. You understand? When I’m holding you it’s…it’s not enough.”
    Gibson’s pointed stare was completely serious. After he said that, we fell into this weird but wonderful silence where we just looked intensely at each other and I could see him thinking when his brow furrowed a couple of times, so I asked, “What are you thinking?” Gibson bit his lip and narrowed his beautiful grey eyes and they began to tick over my face.
    “Still thinking what to say…how to explain this feeling…what’s happening here between us. Fuck! I’ve never been stuck for words before and I feel like a babbling child around you. I dunno…when I look at you I get this tight feeling in my chest and it’s…uncomfortable. Yet, I don’t like it when I can’t see your face. Jesus it’s so damned difficult to put it into words.”
    So I was lying there staring silently in wonder at this mega rock star that was absolutely everything I wasn’t, who was so accomplished and so stunningly handsome women fainted. Gibson was musically talented as well and I doubted there were many households in the world who didn’t know who he was. On Facebook alone he had forty eight million followers, and he was telling me he doesn’t like it when he couldn’t see my face? That he can’t explain what I do for him? The whole situation was insane.
    “What are you thinking?” Gibson dipped his head and whispered sexily in my ear making my skin break out in a rash of goose bumps even though we were snug under the comforter.
    I gave him a wry smirk as I paused briefly to take in how he was looking at me then I asked, “Didn’t you just tell me you knew what I was thinking?”
    Gibson chuckled, “Smart ass,” and began tickling me. It hadn’t taken much until he had me wriggling around on the bed laughing and I remember feeling happier at that moment than I had felt in a really long time.
    Rolling me over, Gibson laid me on my back and crawled over me stopping dead, but still keeping me under his quiet intense scrutiny. The way he was staring at me was unnerving and my gaze toward him was more like my brain storing a mental photograph as I tried to memorize every single crease, every hair on his chin from his stubble and the way his gorgeous lips glistened when he ran his tongue over them.
    Holding me like I was about to disintegrate, Gibson handled me so