Page 27 of Worth the Risk

His eyes grew a shade darker. ‘You enjoy calling the shots, Leonora?’

‘Does that bother you?’ I parried.

His jaw clenched hard, as if fighting his response.

I spread my legs wider, my pulse accelerating when his gaze dropped to where my dress had ridden up to reveal more of me.

He resisted for ten long, excruciating seconds. Then he lurched forward. Gideon’s hands arrived on my arse, his movements rough as he jerked me forward.

The bold column of his erection slotted perfectly against my damp, silk-covered sex and we both groaned. For a full minute we did nothing but grind against each other, our breaths growing choppy at the delicious friction.

‘Fuck, Leonora,’ he rasped when I rocked harder against him.

The look on his face was a cross between savage hunger and pained bewilderment, then, with a rough groan, he swooped down and slammed his lips against mine.

Gideon kissed with a ruthless edge that fanned the raging fire inside me.

Our tongues glided together in a bold getting-to-know-you tasting that made me see stars. God, why was I even surprised that he was such a skilled kisser? That I was almost on the brink of orgasm when he dragged the full length of his cock against my needy pussy?

‘Jesus,’ he muttered against my lips, ‘you have an amazing arse.’

‘You have an amazing...something,’ I muttered back.

He laughed under his breath, raising his head once again to look into my eyes. Bewilderment had receded a little to be replaced by starker hunger. His fingers hooked into my panties and he hesitated, a clear question in his eyes.

Belatedly, I remembered I was supposed to be calling the shots. ‘Take them off, Gideon.’

His fingers tightened on my hips for a moment, then he drew my panties down my legs.

God, I was really doing this.

‘I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you,’ he muttered against my lips.

‘Drag my panties off at a blackjack table?’

‘The location wasn’t a priority in that particular fantasy, but yes, it involved ripping your panties off at some point and finding out if your pussy tasted us phenomenal as your eyes promised me it would.’

‘My eyes said all of that?’ My voice was a desire-soaked mess as he planted a firm hand on my midriff and gently pushed me back.

‘Oh, yes. Don’t attempt to play poker at any point in your life. You’d be shit at it.’

‘Thanks for that rousing endorsement.’

‘It’s not a bad thing, baby. You have the most expressive eyes I’ve ever seen.’

‘What are they telling you right now?’

‘That you love sex, that you love being seen to. And that’s exactly what you want me to do right now.’

‘Guess what, Gideon?’

Gleaming eyes met mine. ‘What?’

‘You’re right.’

I lay flat on my back on the blackjack table and watched him push my dress higher until it was bundled around my waist. I dragged back enough sense to flick my gaze enquiringly to the door.

‘It’s locked.’ He patted his jacket pocket. ‘I have the key right here.’ He reached for my knees, pulled them up, parted me wider with his gaze still fixed on my face.

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