Book 1 - Page 27 (1/2)
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 c.u.n.t is so sweet,” he murmured into my mouth. ”I want to spread you out and lick you 'til you beg for my c.o.c.k.”
”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 b.u.t.ton on the panel beside him and said, ”Drive until I say otherwise.”
My cheeks heated. Another car's headlights pierced the dark tinted gla.s.s and slid over my face, betraying my embarra.s.sment.
”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 c.o.c.k. 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 hoa.r.s.ely, 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 o.r.g.a.s.ms he'd given me earlier had only deepened my craving rather than appeased it.
He tensed when I wrapped my fingers around him and positioned him, tucking the wide crest against the saturated folds of my cleft. The scent of our l.u.s.t was heavy and humid in the air, a seductive mix of need and pheromones that awakened every cell in my body. My skin was flushed and tingling, my br**sts heavy and tender.