Page 28 of Worth the Risk

Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, his gaze dropped to my core.

‘Fuck, you’re beautiful. Pretty, pink and damn wet.’ His fingers tightened fractionally and a muscle ticced in his jaw. ‘Leonora, are you sure about this?’

The cautionary question softened something inside me, even as the thought of him stopping made me want to sink my claws into him so he couldn’t go anywhere. Again my contradictory feelings towards this man made no sense. So I pushed them away, concentrated on what I wanted in the moment.

‘Yes. Do it, Gideon. Give me what I want.’

Again he seemed to debate with himself.

Then all doubt cleared from his face. His cocky smile should’ve put me off but I was long past caring. The way his lips parted hungrily as his bold gaze stroked my pussy fanned the flames of my lust. The masterful way he planted my feet on the edge of the table and drew his fingers down my inner thighs threatened to make me come there and then.

Slowly, he leaned over me, his goal blatant as his gaze dropped to my mouth. I stopped him with a finger on his lips.

‘I need to say something.’

His eyes narrowed. ‘Yes?’

‘This is a one-time thing. I’d be disappointed if this ends up affecting our business relationship.’ Even as the words spilled out, I knew that when it came right down to it I’d take tonight and let the chips fall where they might. Even if this deal fell through, I would survive.

A hard little smile curved his lips, visceral hunger etched on his face as he stared down at me. ‘I’m a big boy, Leonora. I can handle your neat little lanes of business and pleasure without turning into a blithering idiot, if that’s what you’re worried about.’

His answer wasn’t wholly satisfactory but I chose to let it be. After tonight, once this bout of madness passed, I intended for it to be all business.

So I let him close the gap between us, kiss me senseless again while his hands roamed all over my body. At some point, firm fingers hooked beneath the straps of my dress and pulled them down. Between one breath and the next, he had me down to my bra, and his lips were leaving mine to trace hot kisses along my jaw, down my neck to the valley between my breasts.

I didn’t need much prompting to lift my torso off the table and let him unhook my bra. I watched Gideon’s face as my breasts were exposed to his avid gaze. I didn’t like to brag, but my breasts were one of my best features and, from the look in his eyes, he appreciated them.

‘Bloody hell,’ he muttered thickly, ‘you really are incredible from head to toe, aren’t you?’

‘I can’t answer that without seeming horribly egotistical, now, can I?’

He laughed, a deep and sexy sound that washed the tops of my breasts with warm air. ‘With a body like yours, sweetheart, you can say whatever the fuck you want.’

‘Then what I want is for you to stop talking, Gideon. Right now.’

He delivered another heart-stopping smile as he cupped my breasts in both hands. ‘I take it you want my mouth to be busy doing other things?’

I nodded, a little too eagerly and then watched, breath held, as his head slowly descended until his lips hovered over one puckered nipple. He paused for an interminable age, dragging needy pants from me as he teased out the moment. Then he was sucking my nipple into his mouth, his eyes devouring my expression as he teased and tormented the tight peak.

‘Oh, God,’ I gasped when he dragged his teeth over me. With his other hand he tormented the twin, raining shudders of pleasure down my body.

My fingers sank into his hair, holding him tight to his task as he alternated his attention between one peak and the other. It was a testament to his expertise that I was on the brink of coming just from his nipple action alone when he finally moved lower down my body, trailing kisses on my belly.

‘Gideon...’

‘I’m not supposed to speak, remember?’ he teased, planting kisses on my inner thigh.

I didn’t want him to speak either, not really. I preferred his lips exactly where they were, driving me out of my mind. Teeth nipped teasingly at my sensitive flesh, and my hips jerked off the table.

He growled and repeated the action, a little rougher this time. My needy moan seemed to trigger him and this time when his lips trailed down to my pussy, he didn’t stop.

He blew softly on my clit, drawing a harsh cry from me right before he slowly licked me from taint to hood.

‘Oh, yes.’ I loved the way he savoured me with the patience and expertise of the connoisseur.

‘Sweet, sexy Leonora.’ Hard hands gripped my thighs, holding me wide open as he went back for a deeper taste, his lips and tongue and teeth devouring me as if I were the only tangible thing in his universe.

My hips began to undulate, the whole body hooked into his savouring with an undeniable rhythm born of my hunger.

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