Page 26 of The Hero

“I am not frightened, nor am I overwhelmed,” she assured. “I want you too. Very much”

“Thank God,” he vowed. “Even so—”

“Please stop talking and kiss me.”

* * *

Harry trembled at the fierceness of the desire she could once again see burning in Gideon’s eyes. It burned only for her, if she was to believe him, and she knew him well enough to know he wasn’t a man to say something he didn’t mean.

Euphoria exploded inside her the moment Gideon’s lips claimed hers. It wasn’t like their other kiss. This time, Gideon held nothing back, his tongue exploring her mouth, igniting sparks of pleasure with each slow thrusting exploration.

Her heart was beating erratically as Gideon continued to kiss, his arms holding her tightly against him, allowing Harry to feel his hard cock throbbing against her abdomen. She felt herself swelling between her thighs in anticipation when one of Gideon’s hands lifted her gown to slide beneath the skirt. He continued to kiss her as his fingers stroked her heated flesh in a slow but deliberate pattern which led inevitably to the slit in her drawers. Those same fingers slid inside to stroke and explore the swollen flesh no other man had ever touched.

Gideon raised his head to looked at her. “Have you ever had a sexual orgasm?”

Harry frowned. “I have never allowed any other man to touch me in this intimate way.”

“Have you touched yourself in this way?”

She gasped at the feel of the soft pad of his thumb pressing against and stroking the nubbin of flesh she knew was between her folds, if not what its purpose was. “Never,” she groaned, a tide of pleasure rising quickly inside her when Gideon pressed harder and stroked faster. Her hands moved up to grasp his shoulders as the pleasure intensified.

He continued the caresses between her legs as he buried his face against her throat, his breath hot against her skin as his lips explored and his teeth gently bit.

“Gideon…?” she managed to gasp as the pleasure rose higher and higher and she felt as she was about to burst.

“Come for me,” Gideon instructed gruffly. “Come for me, love.”

The endearment, accompanied by Gideon biting more painfully against the tender flesh between her shoulder and throat, was enough to send Harry over the plateau of uncertainty on which she’d been balanced.

She imploded.

Juices gushed between her thighs as pleasure fractured out from that nubbin Gideon continued to stroke. It coursed through her abdomen to each of her limbs and then to the very tips of her fingers and toes.

It was unlike anything Harry had ever experienced or felt before.

“Do you still trust me, love?” Gideon asked her long minutes later as she stood within the possessive circle of his arms, her heated cheeks pressed against the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

Her heart melted at being called that for a second time. “I trust you,” she assured.

“Then I should dearly like to remove your clothes now and have you lie on the bed so that I can lap up the juices from between your thighs before making love to all of your beautiful body.” It was a question as well as a statement.

Harry’s cheeks burned at the thought of Gideon tasting the juices that had gushed from her channel. But she still balked at being naked in front of anyone but herself and her maid. Other than that, since Miss Pettigrew left her father’s employ, Harry always wore the covering of a robe.

“Please,” Gideon encouraged achingly.

How could she resist such an entreaty from a gentleman whom she was sure did not normally ask anyone for anything?

She turned so that Gideon could unfasten the buttons on the back of her gown rather than trusting herself to answer without the trembling of her voice giving away nervousness.

* * *

Gideon’s fingers shook as he slipped open each button on Harry’s gown before allowing it to slip down her arms and then drop to the rug at her feet.

He turned her slowly, his breath hitching as he greedily drank in the sight of her rose-colored nipples and the dark curls at the apex of her thighs visible through the thin material of her chemise and drawers.

“Take them off too,” Harry invited softly.

Gideon didn’t hesitate, Harry lifting her arms to help facilitate the removal of her chemise. Her bared breasts were perfect, uptilting globes, tipped with those engorged nipples.

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