He withdrew slightly and kissed his way along her jaw. When he reached the sensitive skin below her ear, he licked and she moaned. She reached for his shirt—one with buttons down the front—grabbed firmly and pulled. She applied just enough pressure to cause the fibers to rip and buttons to pop.
Gideon straightened and looked down at his now-destroyed shirt. “You could have asked,” he said with a slow, sexy grin. “I would have taken it off.”
“I’m asking now. And not just the shirt.”
“Demanding.”
“I think I’d be comfortable taking charge, if that arouses you.”
“Maybe later.”
He quickly stepped out of his jeans and boxers. The shirt fluttered to the floor, and he was naked.
She immediately reached for his penis, wanting to touch him. The tangible proof of his arousal excited her nearly as much as the physical contact. Although she would be hard-pressed to say that it was better than having him stroke her br**sts. Or kiss them. Or lick her clitoris. If she had to put the three of them in order, she would have to admit that—
Gideon swore under his breath, then pushed her toward the bed.
“You can’t do that,” he growled.
“Do what?”
“Look at me like that.”
“I was looking at your penis.”
“Same thing.”
He drew back the covers and urged her onto the mattress. After pulling open the nightstand drawer, he tossed a couple of condoms next to the lamp and joined her on the bed. As soon as he was horizontal, he drew her against him, holding her tight and kissing her deeply.
She savored the feel of his tongue circling hers as much as the pressure of his strong body next to hers.
Anatomy was so interesting, she thought. His chest was sculptured in a completely different way than hers. The basics were similar but the execution created so many erotic possibilities. She loved the feel of her br**sts flattening against him. The light dusting of hair tickled. Their legs slid so easily together, his slipping between hers.
He gently eased his knee up until it rested against her vulva. Instinctively she tilted her hips, bringing her in more direct contact. She began to rock back and forth, but it wasn’t enough.
She moved her hands up and down his muscled back. She felt frantic. Desperate. Hunger burned, and finally her mind began to shut down. There was only need and what he could do to her.
She drew back. “Gideon,” she said, gazing into his eyes. “Would you please lick my clitoris?”
His mouth turned up in that slow, sexy grin of his. “With pleasure,” he murmured, already shifting to his knees.
He nudged her onto her back and pressed his lips against her collarbone. From there he trailed his way down her chest. She closed her eyes. He licked between her br**sts before pausing. She waited, not sure what was next but confident she would enjoy it. He didn’t disappoint.
He touched his tongue to one breast, then the other. While the ripples of pleasure were still coursing through her, he settled his mouth over her left nipple and sucked. As he drew in the tight tip, he used his tongue to circle and tease.
She found herself clutching at the sheets with her fingers and breathing more quickly. She’d passed through the stages of arousal with great speed and now found herself hovering on the edge of an orgasm. Her muscles were tense, and she was swollen.
Before she could tell him, he abandoned her br**sts and continued his journey down her belly. Lower and lower until he’d reached the very heart of her.
She parted herself for him and waited. A whisper of warm breath was her only warning before his tongue lightly stroked her clitoris.
She groaned. She parted her legs as wide as they would go, then bent her knees and dug her heels into the bed. Nerve endings fired in a sequence designed to fill her with pleasure, and it worked. She was helpless, close to begging.
He licked her again, then circled her swollen center. Slowly at first, slow enough that she could catch her breath with each cycle, then faster. Her body became a symphony, each muscle an instrument tuned for exquisite pleasure. He played her, making her gasp as she drew closer and closer to her climax.
Suddenly he stopped. She was so close, she thought.
“Gideon,” she breathed.
His mouth returned, but this time he sucked, drawing in her clit, even as he thrust two fingers inside her.
She came with a scream, her body surrendering to him and the moment. Shudders took over, and she could only do as he bid, coming and coming until there was nothing left. Only then did he sit up.
“I always have these big plans,” he said, reaching for the condom. His hands shook as he tore the wrapper and slid on the protection. “How I’m going to go slow and make it last. But how the hell is that supposed to happen when you come like that?”
She didn’t think he expected an answer to his question, which was good, because before she could think of one, he’d already thrust inside her.
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