Trusting Gibson (Last Score Book 2) Read Free Page A

delicately and his fingers skimmed like feathers over my cheeks as he lightly brushed strands of hair away from my face. Leaning his forehead against mine, he pulled in a deep breath as the edge of his lips curled upwards in a smile. Suddenly, he closed the space between our mouths and gave me the most devastating kiss of my life.
    A tidal wave of emotions totally engulfed me, which I can only describe as stars exploding, affecting the deepest ache in my core as his hot wet tongue pushed every erogenous button in my body. I squirmed beneath him as he positioned his body down on top of mine and pressed his hard dick against my heat.
    Every time he touched me it felt like I was melting.  Desire shattered all my senses and I had to fight the panic I felt when the thought crept into my mind that one day those rapturous feelings he gave me would inevitably come to an end. Gibson wanted me but fantasies only had ‘legs’ until they were acted out. I was certain he was acting out his and I pondered on how long until the novelty of having me around wore off.
    Buzzing began to interrupt our hot-and-beginning-to-get-heavy session. Gibson broke the kiss. “Ignore it,” he mumbled as he began to make his way down my body, sprinkling sensual tender kisses and nips, sucking one breast then the other and then his cell stopped.
    Reaching my belly, his fingers splayed as he took in the feel of my smooth skin and his tongue had just swept into my navel, my fingers tangling in his hair, when the buzzing began again and the hotel room phone began to ring.
    “Fuck! This had better be good.” Gibson’s cell had rung twice without letting up and his head appeared out of the cover, his face registering dark feelings of annoyance that matched his aggressive movements when he reached for the phone. “Sorry about this.” Gibson swiped the smartphone and placed it to his ear, while I caught my breath.
    “What the fuck is it? What’s so fucking urgent that you’re ringing me when I’ve texted you a DND and put a fucking tag on my door handle just in case you didn’t know that meant do NOT disturb me, Charlotte.”
    Charlotte started talking and Gibson’s body stiffened then suddenly he sat up, his urgent attention making my skin crawl with fear because I could see something was wrong.  When his eyes flicked nervously to me for a split second his face softened, but I saw decisiveness right before he sprang out of the bed like it was on fire.
    “Where? Which one? What the fuck? Did you ring Adam?”
    Gibson was showing signs of stress, his arm muscles tensed as he paced the room, his fingers running back and forth through his hair. Then he held and squeezed his hard pectoral muscle before he began to rub it, as if soothing himself while he listened intensely to whatever Charlotte was telling him.
    “Okay we’re moving. Cabin two. My two on the door twenty four seven until the situation stabilizes. Get the jet ready, we’re heading out today.” How absurd was it that he had something like that at his disposal? Hearing Gibson saying that about his plane made my eyes roll as I thought how crazy his life had become, but my main focus was that he seemed to be talking in code.
    Worried eyes flicked over in my direction again as if Gibson suddenly remembered I was in the room with him. “I’m sorry about this.” A small smile tugged at the side of his lips, but it never changed the seriousness in his eyes. “Want to get in the shower, darlin’? We’re heading out in thirty.” The urgency in Gibson’s voice told me not to even ask what was happening, so I slid out of the bed and quickly complied with his request. Whatever was going on was so important Gibson had let it interrupt our intimate time together.
    As I showered he pushed his way into the bathroom carrying a pair of my jeans and a sweater. “Here, put these on.”  I looked around from the steamed up shower glass at the outfit as he laid them on the stool by the vanity