Page 81 of Faking It

“Or maybe a lot,” I whisper.

He keeps staring. He’s waiting for my next move. I yank the dress down, and he curses as my breasts burst free. I know what he’s gaping at. My breasts are heavy from my arousal, nipples pink and firm. He’s dying for a taste. I see the hunger in his eyes.

“Jesus, Ana,” he mutters, his eyes shifting from one breast to the other as if he’s trying to commit them to memory.

“Take a photo. It will last longer,” I tease.

With a sigh, he raises the camera. I ruffle my hair and toss my head as he snaps away.

“Beautiful,” he says softly, staring at the screen. “For my eyes only.”

His eyes come back to me. I see the expectancy there. He’s watching to see what my next move will be. Disappointment bathes his features when I pull the straps back over my shoulders, covering my breasts once more.

“Enough photos for tonight,” I say.

He nods in understanding, then turns away to rest the camera down. I take the chance to quickly stand and pull the dress over my head. Gideon swivels as I palm my hips. His expression goes blank for a moment, then he palms the back of his neck and stares at me with wonder.

“It takes quite a lot to bowl me over these days, and you…” He shakes his head, whistling. “Your body… it’s a fucking work of art, Ana. No photos I take will do it justice.”

I release a pent-up breath as he narrows the space between us. The tension in my body is now at the breaking point, as if I’ll explode the second he touches me.

“So many things I want to do to you, Ana. Things I’ve wanted to do since we met. Things I’ve resigned myself to never happening. You were so close, yet out of my reach. Until now.”

He runs his thumb over my cheek and my body shudders. “Now you’re here, in my territory. Mine.All mine.”

The way he says those words, that deep, possessive growl sends electric tingles running from my head to the tips of my toes. I’ve never been aroused by a man’s claim on me. It always sounded so corny. With Gideon, it’s hot. Sexy. I’m ready to lose myself in him.

Gideon’s fingers comb through my thick hair. He claps the back of my head, then yanks me to his mouth.

“I’ve been dying to taste you all night,” he whispers against my lips, then with a grunt that sends a shiver up my spine, he kisses me.

I open for him, and he dives right in, showing how much he’s been dying to taste me. He clasps a handful of my hair in a tight grip and yanks my head back while eating my mouth like a starving man. My pussy clenches with each hard stroke of his tongue. He grinds his body against mine, his hard cock pressing on my belly. Fuck, he’s huge. Hell, I’m dying to see how much of him can fit inside me.

The AC in the room contradicts the heat coming from our body. I’m already sweating, and we haven’t even begun fucking. He moves down to my neck, earning a shuddering whimper when he nibbles a sensitive spot near the base of my throat. It’s my turn to grip his hair when he moves further down, sucking my breasts, pulling each nipple like a nursing baby. My panties flood with my juices. I’m already so wet, I feel the slickness down there each time I move. I slip my hands down my panties, groaning as I touch myself. I’m dripping. Fuck. I’m so ready him.

“Gideon.” I lift his head to stare in his eyes. “Fuck me, please. I want to come right now.”

A glimmer of mischief fills his eyes, and he shakes his head. “That’s not how this works,Princess.In my territory, you comewhenI tell you to come.” His expression darkens as he pulls my hand from my panties. “Not a second before.”

“Jesus, Gideon—”

“Trust me, love. It’s going to be worth the wait.”

He gives me a hard smooch on my lips as I protest again. His tongue slips inside my mouth, killing whatever complaints I had before. He could kiss me all night—well, as long as his cock is doing double duty. I want to climax so badly. My pussy aches so much. But I can’t help being intrigued by his plans for me. I’ve never been forced to delay an orgasm—heck, I’ve never gotten an orgasm from man before. Not without a toy in hand. I’m looking forward to him being my first. I have no doubt in what he’s capable to do.

“I want you out of those panties,” he commands, pointing to them. The sudden firmness in his tone and that penetrating stare makes me obey at once, slipping the flimsy material down my thighs. They fall to the floor, and I step out of them. He cocks his head to the couch, and I sit.

“Spread your legs. Wider,” he instructs gruffly when I barely open them.

I spread them. My chest bounces with anticipation when he falls on his knees. He’s going to eat my pussy. Fuck. The thought of his tongue on my clit leaves a sweet-painful throb down there. I wait for him to dive in, but he just stares.

“Every inch of you is beautiful,” he mutters. “Perfect.”

His hands grip my knees, and I moan, just from that warm contact. He makes circles there, almost like a massage. It feels good but not what I need. My climax is right there. I can almost taste it.

“Gideon, please. I need to come.”

“I know.” He trails fingers on my inner thigh, moving up, up, closer and closer to that throbbing, wet juncture. My body quivers, hips rocking. I’m waiting. Longing. Ready to scream out loud when he finally touches me.

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