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“Eyes on me,” Gideon ordered in a rasping voice. Tingles erupted on Cora’s skin. Her breasts felt heavy and tight, and her core clenched. In her corset and skirt, she raised her arms and shook her hair free.
“You are a goddess,” he declared reverently. “I intend to worship at your altar for the rest of my life.”
There was a dark gleam in his eye as he worked his hands beneath the frothing layers of skirts. The narrower style currently in fashion meant no crinoline to cage her legs, only a small bustle at her backside. He got to her thin cotton drawers and stroked up her thighs to her center. The barest contact with the tight bead at the apex of her thighs caused her to shift instinctively, seeking more, but the devilish man didn’t repeat the gesture.
Instead, he hooked both hands behind her knees and yanked her forward. Cora yelped as her silk-clad knees slid on the butter-soft leather. Gideon arched upward, bringing her into rough contact with his hard length. She braced one hand on his shoulder and said breathily, “Show me.”
His pupils, already dilated, swallowed the iris until his eyes were two inky pools of desire. He bent forward and pressed a hot kiss to the rise of her breasts. With his teeth, he dragged down the lacy cup and tongued her tightly beaded nipple over the top. Freed from its silk prison, he applied his teeth, tugging it before sucking her deep into the hot cavern of his mouth.
Cora threaded her hands through his hair, clutching him to her as she rocked against his cock. She could come from this alone, but she didn’t want to lose control around emptiness.
“Please, Gideon,” she demanded breathlessly. She didn’t need to be specific. He would take her however he chose, and she would love every moment. He growled against her chest, a thrilling vibration that undid her insides. Cora had never felt so wild, so free, yet so grounded by his touch. She rose up on her knees to give him space to unfasten his trousers. She had to tip her head so as to not bump her head against the pleated leather ceiling.
Gideon’s heated length bobbed against her thigh. He delved into her folds with a grunt of satisfaction.
“I said eyes on me, Cora. I want to see every emotion in your gorgeous eyes as you take me inside you.”
He slicked his cock along her center, found her drenched slit, and slammed upward as she crashed down onto his cock. His fullness stretched her to the edges of her soul. Blinding. Her mouth fell open in a raw gasp, and her eyes fluttered closed.
He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger with dark heat in his eyes. “Don’t look away.”
All she could do was stare into his eyes of smoke and whisky.
Gideon dug his fingers into her arse, guiding her in a frantic motion. He thrust deep and hard, smacking her bottom from time to time. Overcome, all Cora could manage was to keep up with the furious pace he set.
She clutched his shoulder and held his gaze, letting him see all the parts of her that she had been hiding. Her uncertainty was burned away by the fire she found there. She read his pain, his longing, and when she was close to cresting, she bent forward to capture his lips in a frantic kiss.
“I love you,” she murmured against his lips. “I adore you, Gideon Wentworth.”
He locked her hips against his body and held her there. Hot liquid flooded her as she pulsed around him, squeezing every last drop from his cock.
When her body uncoiled, she slumped against him.
“I love you, Cora. I always have. I always will. What do you say to me taking the day off, and we spend it simply being together?” He smoothed her hair away from her face and planted a kiss near her temple.
“I’d like that.” She yawned. “If we haven’t already made a baby, we can try to make that a reality.”
Saying it let her admit something she had been too proud and too afraid to acknowledge before now. She wanted children. She wanted the kind of family she hadn’t believed she deserved. The kind Gideon had been raised in. Flawed, but loving. Whole, instead of fractured.
Leaning into his embrace, Cora felt secure for the first time in her life.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX
GIDEON
Gideon was awake when his mother barged into their private quarters at an obscene hour.
Also obscene was his wife, kneeling between his legs, stark naked, with mirth dancing in her eyes as he tried to fend off Martha’s attempted invasion.
“Are you decent?” she demanded through the door.
He and Cora had eschewed his bedroom in favor of hers. Gideon had spent too many sleepless nights staring up at the ceiling, dreaming of being surrounded by her scent, her warmth, her touch. He had scooped her into his arms and carried her across the threshold into their apartments like a new bride. There they had stayed.
Until Martha arrived, determined to deal with her undesirable, intransigent daughter-in-law once and for all.
“No,” Gideon answered through gritted teeth. Cora took her hand off his shaft long enough to squeeze her tits. She rolled the head of his cock along her tongue for emphasis. Her red lips in contrast to his pale skin sent a wave of pleasure blasting down his spine. He was going to die of her touch. He wanted to throw himself onto the pyre of her hot mouth and soft skin.
Though not while his mother looked on.
