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Even better: they had so many things to learn together.
Gideon’s skin flushed with volcanic heat, so hot with need that a slight tremble shook him. He bit down lightly on one puckered nipple and savored her answering moan.
He hooked his arms behind her knees and lifted her body. Cora’s legs locked around his back. One cap sleeve of her nightgown had slipped down her shoulder. It drove Gideon to the brink of insanity that the other still clung valiantly to its place, denying him full view of her tits.
Without preamble, he carried her to the bed, dropped her in the center, and took the neckline of her nightgown in both fists. Leveling his elbows, he tore it straight down the center with a deafening rip.
Cora’s lips parted. No sound came out. Her green eyes were alight with awe and excitement.
“That was new!” she protested.
“I’ll buy you a dozen more,” he growled, “and rip those off you, too.”
He shucked his trousers and pushed her back into the pillows, parting her legs. To his relief, Cora didn’t give him a hint of shy missishness, though she did try to keep her knees together for a moment.
“Let me see you,” he demanded. He was not going to be gentle. Nor would he be rushed.
“Can’t we turn out the lights?”
There it was. Whatever man had taken her for granted had done so out of incompetence. Gideon wasn’t afraid of besting a man who couldn’t bring himself to look at a woman’s body in the soft, romantic lighting of a lady’s bedchamber.
“Why, when I want to see your tits?” He squeezed them, scraping the pad of his thumbs over the tips until she arched. Pink flushed her delicate skin all the way down to the rosy tips. “I’m not turning off a damn thing. I want to see all of you. Every inch.”
Without giving her a chance to protest further, he moved one hand down and stroked his fingertip reverently through her petals. Liquid dripped down his knuckle. He came so close to losing it in that moment. Shoving his way inside and taking his pleasure without mercy—but then it would be over too soon. He intended to savor her.
His prize.
Some battles were won with fists and bruised ribs. Theirs was a test of wills, and at long last, he had prevailed. Gideon licked his finger, her tang hitting his tongue and lighting him up from the inside. Cora’s eyes widened.
“What on earth are you doing?” She cut off with a gasp as he settled himself between her thighs and replaced his finger with his tongue.Thatwas more like it. Her hands danced over his scalp, tangling in his hair, tugging lightly when he circled her clit with his tongue. Up and down, probing the tiny slit where her silky juice ran over his tongue like a ripe peach. Her hips rocked, seeking blindly. He gave her what she needed. Two fingers, curled slightly to hit the slick spot on her inner walls that made her cry out as her thighs clenched around his ears and her back arched sharply.
“What a good girl my wife is, coming for me so quickly,” he murmured.
As she was so often wont to do, Cora surprised him. “I’m not Titi,” she chuckled.
Her body relaxed, her stomach quivering with each ragged breath. She looked ready to drop into a peaceful slumber. That wasn’t happening yet, either, but before he could prod her into wakefulness, those green eyes latched onto him. She rolled up onto her elbows and inched down the bed until her head was level with his chest.
“It’s only fair that I return the favor,” she said in a husky voice that made him painfully hard, and proceeded to favor him by wrapping her lips around the ruddy head of his cock. Every few seconds she glanced up at him from below that thick fringe of lashes. Down she went, taking him as far as she could go before backing off and swirling her shocking pink tongue around the sensitive head. He could come from this alone, easily.
But Gideon had other plans.
When he’d enjoyed her enough, he tugged her elbows and drew her up to straddle his hips. His cock was nestled in the damp heat of her sex. Cora coyly caught her lower lip between her white teeth and undulated her hips.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he gritted out. “If so, I can’t think of a better way to die.”
“I’m not ready to be a widow, so no, I am not trying to kill you, husband. Though there are times when you tempt me. Sorely,” she laughed.
“Likewise. Now get on my cock and let me give you a proper ride.”
“Me? On top?”
“Don’t look so shocked.”
She couldn’t be that experienced if this shocked her. As much as he wanted to know the details of whom she’d slept with and why, Gideon did not want to explain his own history.
He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her ripe tits. They swayed and jiggled as she lifted her hips and somewhat clumsily held the base of his cock while sliding it along her sex. Inky strands of hair slithered over her pale skin.
“Tease,” he complained.
