Surely such a woman would do whatever necessary to prove that she was irresistible?
Including putting aside her distrust in an effort to lure him into her web. Which would allow him to remain close enough to protect her.
A logical plan. As long as he kept his own passions locked deep within him.
Glancing into the wide emerald eyes, he lifted one dark brow.
“What is the matter? You do not need to be ashamed of your skin. It is as smooth as heated cream. Quite delectable, in fact.”
“I do not want you to touch me,” she forced herself to mutter.
He gave a low, throaty laugh. “Is that why you shiver beneath my fingers? Why your blood races?”
A sudden flush spread beneath her cheeks as she took an abrupt step backward.
“Why you arrogant ... worm,” she gritted in embarrassment.
He folded his arms over his chest. “There is nothing arrogant in my realization that you desire me.”
She visibly tensed as she regarded him in frustration. It was obvious she was unaccustomed to encountering gentlemen who did not crawl upon their knees to please her.
He allowed his smile to widen.
“I was not the one to pursue you to your home, nor to ... to fondle you,” she spat out.
“I was merely seeking to discover if your skin is as soft as it appears.”
The emerald eyes narrowed in a dangerous manner. “Mere curiosity?”
Thankful that she could not possibly know that his fingers still tingled with pleasure, nor that the demons still raged within him, Gideon offered a faint shrug.
“Yes.”
“And you have no intention of attempting to seduce me?”
“No intention whatsoever,” he assured her softly.
Momentarily caught off guard she frowned at him in confusion. Gideon briefly wondered if anyone had ever sought her out without a selfish motive. She seemed far too cynical for one so young.
“Fah,” she at last breathed. “You are no different than any other man.”
“Oh, I think you will discover I am quite, quite different than most gentlemen,” he retorted, assuring himself that he did not feel a pang of remorse that he was using this maiden as everyone else seemingly did. Such weakness belonged to humans, not vampires. “I am sorry if you are disappointed. Perhaps during another time and in another place I might have satisfied your passions.”
She gasped with sudden fury. “I ...”
He moved so swiftly she was unable to react before he had swooped his head downward and gently pressed his lips to her own. Sparks flared as he briefly drank of her soft temptation, the scent of roses and warm blood clouding his mind before he was pulling back.
A shudder raced through him as he battled to regain control of his own fervor.
He had tested his restraint enough for now, he acknowledged with a pang of unease at the realization. It was time to return to his hunt.
“I have important matters that demand my attention,” he informed her with an elegant bow. “Do not concern yourself, however, I shall soon return.”
Pressing a hand to her lips she remained silent as he turned and crossed the room. It was not until he had at last reached the door that she regained command of herself.
“Despicable cad.”
For the first time since arriving in London, Simone considered ignoring the numerous invitations that lay upon her dressing table and remaining quietly at home.