I was on my feet before I knew it, making my way through the crowd to get to him. Gideon finished the song and the bar went ballistic, cutting off my route to him. I became lost in the crush, too short to see beyond the shoulders around me.
He found me, pushing his way through to catch me up in his arms. His mouth claimed mine, kissing me roughly, inciting a new round of catcalls and cheers. In the periphery, I heard the band begin a new song. I practically climbed up Gideon, panting in his ear, “Now!”
I didn’t have to explain. Setting me down, he grabbed my hand and led me across the bar and back through the kitchen to the service elevator. I plastered myself against him before the doors closed behind us, but he was pulling out his phone and lifting it to his ear, tilting his head back as my mouth slid feverishly over his throat.
“Bring the limo around,” he ordered gruffly, and then the phone was back in his pocket and he was kissing me back with all the passion he’d once kept locked inside.
Ravenous, I devoured him, catching his lower lip between my teeth and tasting it with swift lashes of my tongue. He groaned when I pushed him against the elevator’s padded wall, my hands running down his chest to cup the heft of his erection in my palms.
“Eva . . . Christ.”
We stopped descending and he exploded into movement, grabbing me by the elbow and pushing me ahead of him out the doors with brisk, impatient strides. We exited from a service hallway into the lobby, once again maneuvering through a crowd until we stepped out into the summer night heat. The limo idled in the street.
Angus jumped out, quickly pulling the rear door open.
I scrambled in with Gideon crowding in behind me.
“Don’t go far,” he told Angus.
We settled onto the bench seat with a foot of distance between us, both of us looking anywhere but at each other as the privacy partition slowly rose and the limo began to move.
The moment the divider locked into place, I fell back against the seat and yanked my skirt up, brazenly tearing off my own clothes in my eagerness to be f**ked.
As Gideon dropped to his knees on the floorboard, his hands went to his waistband, opening his slacks.
I shimmied out of my underwear, kicking them off along with my sandals.
“Angel.” His growl had me moaning with anticipation.
“I’m wet. I’m wet,” I chanted, not wanting him to play with me or wait.
Still, he tested me, cupping my sex in his hand. His fingers parted me, stroking over my clit, pushing inside me.
“Jesus, Eva. You’re soaked.”
“Let me ride you,” I begged, pushing away from the seat back. I wanted to set the pace, the depth, the rhythm . . .
Gideon pushed his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees, then sat on the bench, yanking his shirttails out of the way. His c**k rose up thick and long between his thighs, as savagely beautiful as the rest of him.
I slid down to kneel between his legs, stroking his penis with my hands. He was hot and silky soft. My mouth was on him before I formulated the thought. His breath hissed out between his teeth, one hand grasping my ponytail as his head fell back.
His eyes squeezed shut. “Yes.”
I swirled my tongue around the broad head, tasting him, feeling the thick veins throbbing against my palms. Tightening my lips, I pulled off, then sucked him back in.
He groaned and arched upward, pushing into my mouth. “Take it deep.”
I squirmed as I obeyed him, ragingly turned on by his pleasure. Gideon’s eyes opened, his chin lowering so he could take in the sight of me.
“Come here.” The low command sent a shiver of desire through me.
I crawled up his magnificent body, straddling his h*ps and draping my arms over his shoulders. “You are so f**king hot.”
“Me? You’re burning up, angel.”
I moved my h*ps to position him. “Wait ’til you feel me from the inside.”
He reached around me and gripped his cock, holding himself steady as I began to sink down. My legs shook as the thick crest of his penis pushed inside me, stretching me.