His hands were sliding over my bare back and I moaned, feeling the prod of his erection against my hip. I shifted, moving to straddle him, shoving the skirt of my gown out of the way and making a mental note to thank my mom for the dress - which had such a convenient slit. With my knees on either side of his hips, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and deepened the kiss. I licked into his mouth, nibbled on his lower lip, stroked my tongue along his...
Gideon gripped my waist and pushed me away. He leaned into the seat back, his neck arched to look up at my face, his chest heaving. "What are you doing to me?"
I ran my hands down his chest through his dress shirt, feeling the unforgiving hardness of his muscles. My fingers traced the ridges of his abdomen, my mind forming a picture of how he might look na**d. "I'm touching you. Enjoying the hell out of you. I want you, Gideon."
He caught my wrists, stilling my movements. "Later. We're in the middle of Manhattan."
"No one can see us."
"That's not the point. It's not the time or place to start something we can't finish for hours. I'm losing my mind already from this afternoon."
"So let's make sure we finish it now."
His grip tightened painfully. "We can't do that here."
"Why not?" Then a surprising thought struck me. "Haven't you ever had sex in a limo?"
"No." His jaw hardened. "Have you?"
Looking away without answering, I saw the traffic and pedestrians surging around us. We were only inches away from hundreds of people, but the dark glass concealed us and made me feel reckless. I wanted to please him. I wanted to know I was capable of reaching into Gideon Cross, and there was nothing to stop me but him.
I rocked my h*ps against him, stroking myself with the hard length of his cock. His breath hissed out between clenched teeth.
"I need you, Gideon," I said breathlessly, inhaling his scent, which was richer now that he was aroused. I thought I might be slightly intoxicated, just from the enticing smell of his skin. "You drive me crazy."
He released my wrists and cupped my face, his lips pressing hard against mine. I reached for the fly of his slacks, freeing the two buttons to access the concealed zipper. He tensed.
"I need this," I whispered against his lips. "Give me this."
He didn't relax, but he made no further attempts to stop me either. When he fell heavily into my palms, he groaned, the sound both pained and erotic. I squeezed him gently, my touch deliberately tender as I sized him with my hands. He was so hard, like stone, and hot. I slid both of my fists up his length from root to tip, my breath catching when he quivered beneath me.
Gideon gripped my thighs, his hands sliding upward beneath the edges of my dress until his thumbs found the red lace of my thong. "Your cunt is so sweet," he murmured into my mouth. "I want to spread you out and lick you 'til you beg for my cock."
"I'll beg now, if you want." I stroked him with one hand and reached for my clutch with the other, snapping it open to grab a condom.
One of his thumbs slid beneath the edge of my panties, the pad sliding through the slickness of my desire. "I've barely touched you," he whispered, his eyes glittering up at me in the shadows of the backseat, "and you're ready for me."
"I can't help it."
"I don't want you to help it." He pushed his thumb inside me, biting his lower lip when I clenched helplessly around him. "It wouldn't be fair when I can't stop what you do to me."
I ripped the foil packet open with my teeth and held it out to him with the ring of the condom protruding from the tear. "I'm not good with these."
His hand curled around mine. "I'm breaking all my rules with you."
The seriousness of his low tone sent a burst of warmth and confidence through me. "Rules are made to be broken."
I saw his teeth flash white; then he hit a button on the panel beside him and said, "Drive until I say otherwise."
My cheeks heated. Another car's headlights pierced the dark tinted glass and slid over my face, betraying my embarrassment.
"Why, Eva," he purred, rolling the condom on deftly. "You've seduced me into ha**ng s*x in my limousine, but blush when I tell my driver I don't want to be interrupted while you do it to me?"
His sudden playfulness made me desperate to have him. Setting my hands on his shoulders for balance, I lifted onto my knees, rising to gain the height I needed to hover over the crown of Gideon's thick cock. His hands fisted at my h*ps and I heard a snap as he tore my panties away. The abrupt sound and the violent action behind it spurred my desire to a fever pitch.
"Go slow," he ordered hoarsely, lifting his h*ps to push his pants down farther.
His erection brushed between my legs as he moved and I whimpered, so aching and empty, as if the orgasms he'd given me earlier had only deepened my craving rather than appeased it.