Page 51 of Worth the Risk

CHAPTER SEVEN

Leonie

WITHTHECREW in their cabins and Gideon’s guests still ashore, our hasty flight to the master suite on the third deck didn’t attract witnesses.

The moment the door shut behind us, Gideon grabbed my waist and pinned me against the polished wood. His fingers attacked my hair, tugged out the pins and tossed them away.

‘I want you naked,’ he said thickly. ‘Peel that sexy dress off and show me your glorious body.’

‘Only if you show me yours, too.’

He hadn’t got round to doing up all his buttons, so he made short work of shrugging his shirt off without taking his eyes off me. The sight of his bare chest dried my mouth and I watched, slack jawed, as he toed off his shoes. Trousers and boxers followed, and between one breath and the next, Gideon’s vibrantly male body was exposed, mine to shamelessly ogle.

He’d called me beautiful, but he was magnificent. His time on board the yacht had graced him with a golden tan, highlighting every virile square inch of him.

‘You’re only allowed to devour me like that with your eyes if you’re naked, too,’ he growled.

I tossed away my clutch, then reached behind me and tugged on the ties that secured the upper half of my dress. Although loosened, the spaghetti straps held the dress in place.

To tease him, I faced the door and then pulled down the short zip. A small shimmy and the straps fell down my arms. With a hand over my breasts holding the material in place, I glanced over my shoulder at Gideon.

His eyes were hot, heavy, his face a taut mask of hunger as he returned my stare. ‘You want to make me beg, Leonora?’

‘You’ve waited this long. You can wait just a little bit longer, can’t you?’

Next to his muscular thighs, his fists clenched and unclenched.

‘Or is it too much for you?’

At his harsh exhalation, I smiled.

That smile evaporated a second later when he delivered a wicked smile of his own, then wrapped one hand around his cock.

God above, he was hard again, his erection boldly jutting from his groin. ‘Torture me all you like, sweetheart, but you’re only prolonging the moment when you get all of this inside you.’

The memory of him in my mouth drenched me with liquid heat. I let go of the dress. It glided over my skin to pool around my ankles.

Gideon froze, his gaze locked on my body. ‘Jesus,’ he muttered under his breath.

I hooked my thumbs into my panties. ‘Want me to take these off?’

‘Please,’ he begged gruffly.

The sight of his stroking hand, his magnificent body planted solidly three short steps away, almost brought me undone. Struggling to hang on to the last of my composure, I slowly dragged my panties down my thighs and over my knees, the former gymnast in me adopting the perfect pose to drive him out of his mind.

Above the rush of blood in my ears, I heard him curse again. ‘You have a very filthy mouth, Gideon.’

‘And you have a fucking indecent body.’ He released his hard-on and bridged the gap between us. Firm hands recaptured my waist and then he was curling his body over mine, his head lowering until his lips brushed my ear. ‘I’m going to kiss every inch of this magnificent body later. But first I want you to repeat what you said to me in the blackjack room.’

His naked body caging mine robbed me of the ability to think. ‘I said a lot of things, Gideon.’

Calloused hands glided around my waist to my front, caressed my belly before rising to capture both breasts. Mercilessly, he teased the sensitised tips. ‘You know very well what I want to hear. Say it again.’ He nipped at the skin beneath my ear, dragging a wild shudder from me. ‘Tell me what you want me to do to you.’

Need overcame any further urge to tease him. ‘Fuck me, Gideon.’

‘And how do you want it, Leonora?’

‘Hard. Fast.’

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