Page 39 of The Heir's Fortune
He was already hard for her, pulsating with his need, as Madeline's hand grazed his length. Gideon's breath hitched, his body responding eagerly to her touch even as he tried to hold back from giving himself completely over, not wanting this to end too soon. The intensity of the moment hung in the air, thick with anticipation.
Madeline's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned in closer, her warm breath fanning against his skin. Slowly, tantalizingly, she pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his member, eliciting a shiver that coursed through his entire body. Gideon's grip tightened on the sheets beneath him as he fought to maintain control.
She was not the first woman he had ever been with. But she was the first who meant more to him than a quick moment of pleasure.
Her touch grew bolder, her tongue swirling around his sensitive flesh, teasing and exploring every inch of him, each caress sending him deeper into Madeline's spell. He surrendered himself to the sensation, allowing Madeline to take him further than he had ever allowed himself before.
Her mouth enveloped him fully, her lips sliding down his length with a steady rhythm that had Gideon's head spinning. The way she moved, her breasts bobbing over top of him, the passion behind every stroke of her tongue, made it impossible for him to suppress his groans. He arched his back, leaning forward and lacing his fingers into her hair as she worked her magic.
She became more fervent, her mouth working wonders on his member. Anything she lacked in experience, she more than made up for with enthusiasm. She seemed to know exactly what he needed, taking him to the edge only to pull back at the last moment, prolonging the sweet torment. Gideon's hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more of her intoxicating touch as he began to unravel beneath her as he lost himself in the sensation, forgetting everything else but the woman who held him in her hands.
Time seemed to stretch as he finally gave himself over and fell. His release came with a rush, consuming him as he cried out Madeline's name.
Madeline held onto him tightly, her hands supporting him through the aftershocks of his orgasm. As his breathing steadied, Gideon slowly opened his eyes and found himself entranced by the sight before him. Madeline's face was flushed, her eyes sparkling with a mix of satisfaction and mischief.
“Have you bewitched me?” he asked in wonderment as she gently withdrew from him,rocking back on her heels. Gideon laced his hands into his hair and tried to catch his breath.
Madeline threw herself forward, stretching out beside him, and he lifted one hand and placed it on her side, the only thing he had the energy to do at the moment.
“Was that… all right?” she asked, clearly trying not to show how much his response mattered.
“All right?” he repeated in disbelief, turning his head to the side to look at her. “That was incredible.”
She smiled then and burrowed forward toward him, her head fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck between his head and his shoulders.
Just a week ago, he couldn’t stand this woman.
Now, she was appearing more and more perfect for the life he was building.
Perhaps he could turn this moment into forever.
All he had to do was find that damn treasure.
Madeline rosein confusion the next morning. A few quick yaps sounded from somewhere beyond the bed and she rubbed her eyes, trying to determine what the noise was.
The sun was on her face, trying to find a way through her eyelids, which was nothing new. She had never been one to enjoy rising early.
But when she flung her arms out to the side, it was not the empty yet well-cushioned bed she was used to. Instead, it was a hard, warm chest that she encountered.
“Gideon!” she exclaimed, her eyes flying open as all that had occurred the night before came rushing back. She was still in some disbelief and also rather excited to do it again.
But that would have to wait.
Gideon sat up even quicker than she had, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he looked from one side to the other.
“My God, it’s morning,” he said, quickly scrambling out of bed, rousing Scout, who began to jump around him excitedly once he realized what time it must be. “My valet will be here soon.”
His bedroom did not look quite as opulent in the light of day. The curtains were more faded than Madeline had realized, the wood more scarred, the marble around the fireplace more chipped.
And yet, it still held a certain charm, just like the rest of Castleton did.
She had no judgment for it – her own home was far from grand and just hanging together due to what was entailed – but she knew what it meant to the Sutcliffe family.
“Who is that?” she asked, pointing to the painting across from them. “I forgot about him last night but now in the light of day I feel as though he is watching me.”
“That is my great-grandfather,” he said.
“The one who was married to your Spanish great-grandmother?”
