My eyes opened wide.
"Inconveniently and publicly."
He cupped my breast in his hand, his thumb stroking over the hardened point of my nipple.
"I had to drag out a finished discussion while I waited for it to go down.
It turns me on when you challenge me, Eva."
His voice lowered and became raspier, dripping with sex and sin.
"It makes me want to f**k you.
For a very, very long time."
"God."
My h*ps pumped upward, my core tightening with the need to come.
"And since I can't," he purred, "I'm going to get you off like this, then watch you return the favor with your mouth."
A whimper escaped me, my mouth watering at the promise of pleasing him that way.
He was always so attuned to me when we made love.
The only time he really let go and focused on his own pleasure was when I went down on him.
"That's it," he murmured, "keep rubbing your cunt against me like that.
Christ, you're so damn hot."
"Gideon."
My hands were gliding all over his flexing back and buttocks, my body arching and grinding into his.
I came with a long and drawn-out moan, the tension breaking in a rush of relief.
His mouth covered mine, drinking in the sounds I made as I shivered beneath him.
I clutched his hair, kissing him back.
He rolled us so that he was beneath me, his hands going to his button fly and ripping it open.
"Now, Eva."
I scrambled down the bed, as eager to taste him as he was to have me do so.
The moment he shoved his boxer briefs down, I had his penis in my hands, my lips flowing over the wide crest.
Groaning, Gideon grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his head.
My gaze met his and I pulled him deeper.
"Yes," he hissed, the fingers of his right hand tangling in my hair.
"Suck it hard and fast; I want to come."
I breathed in the scent of him, feeling the satiny softness of his heated flesh on my tongue.