Book 1 - Page 23 (1/2)

Just as he had in his office, he had me on my back on the couch before I realized he was moving me, his mouth swallowing my surprised gasp. The robe gave way to his dexterous fingers; then he was cupping my br**sts, kneading them with soft, rhythmic squeezes.

”Gideon - ”

”Shh.” He sucked on my lower lip, his fingers rolling and tugging my tender ni**les. ”It was driving me crazy knowing you were na**d beneath your robe.”

”You came over without - Oh! Oh, G.o.d...”

His mouth surrounded the tip of my breast, the wash of heat bringing a mist of perspiration to my skin.

My gaze darted frantically to the clock on the cable box. ”Gideon, no.”

His head lifted and he looked at me with stormy blue eyes. ”It's insane, I know. I don't - I can't explain it, Eva, but I have to make you come. I've been thinking about it constantly for days now.”

One of his hands pushed between my legs. They fell open shamelessly, my body so aroused I was flushed and almost feverish. His other hand continued to plump my br**sts, making them heavy and unbearably sensitive.

”You're wet for me,” he murmured, his gaze sliding down my body to where he was parting me with his fingers. ”You're beautiful here, too. Plush and pink. So soft. You didn't wax today, did you?”

I shook my head.

”Thank G.o.d. I don't think I would've made it ten minutes without touching you, let alone ten hours.” He slid one finger carefully into me.

My eyes closed against the unbearable vulnerability of being spread out na**d and fingered by a man whose familiarity with the rules of Brazilian waxing betrayed an intimate knowledge of women. A man who was still fully clothed and kneeling on the floor beside me.

”You're so snug.” Gideon pulled out and thrust gently back into me. My back bowed as I clenched eagerly around him. ”And so greedy. How long has it been since the last time you were f**ked?”

I swallowed hard. ”I've been busy. My thesis, job-hunting, moving...”

”A while, then.” He pulled out and pushed back into me with two fingers. I couldn't hold back a moan of delight. The man had talented hands, confident and skilled, and he took what he wanted with them.

”Are you on birth control, Eva?”

”Yes.” My hands gripped the edges of the cus.h.i.+ons. ”Of course.”

”I'll prove I'm clean and you'll do the same, then you're going to let me come in you.”

”Jesus, Gideon.” I was panting for him, my h*ps circling shamelessly onto his thrusting fingers. I felt like I'd spontaneously combust if he didn't get me off.