Page 23 of From London, With Love
“Do you want to touch me? There?” he growled.
Alexandra looked up.
Why not?
Their gazes locked and she slid her hand between them, encouraged by the way he swallowed.
The brutish bulge within his breeches flexed as she worked his buttons. Every inch of him stilled, and a soft little sigh escaped him.
“Fuck,” he whispered as her fingertips grazed the silky head of his erection.
She couldn’t help herself. A giggle escaped her. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you curse like that, Gideon. What terrible language.”
“You’ll hear more before we’re through,” he promised, shifting uncomfortably beneath her. “Like this,” he growled roughly, curling her fingers around the length of him.
Alexandra looked down in shock.
She’d never realized how soft it would feel, the skin sliding loosely over its turgid length. Gideon moved her hand up and down, slowly pumping the slick steel of his engorgement.
Swirling her thumb over the satin-slick head of him, she indulged herself. Every twitch of her thumb drew a response from him. Soft sounds escaped him, and his teeth sank into his lower lip.
“Fuck.” The word was torn from him.
More. She grew heady with her own power. “Is this the world-famous orator who brought the House of Lords to its knees?” she whispered in his ear. “Is that all you can say to me, Gideon?”
He captured the back of her head, his fingers sliding over a lock of her hair. “What do you want me to say?” he gasped. “That I’ve wanted you for years. That I’ve dreamed of you like this, in my arms. That I’m so fucking close to coming, I don’t think… I can hold myself back.” He threw his head back. “You undo me. You’ve always undone me.”
Oh, she liked this.
Alexandra bit the soft, fleshy pad of his ear, and he bucked, a hot gush of liquid splashing over her hand. Gideon captured her hips, burying his face in her throat.
She held him for long moments, feeling flushed with success.
Dragging a shaking hand over his face, he shot her a glazed look, his breath still coming in soft pants. “That was not how this was meant to go. You’ve ruined all my best-laid plans.”
Alexandra giggled, then glanced down at her hand.
“Here,” he said, tearing his waistcoat off and using it to clean the pair of them up. He tossed it aside, then dragged his hand over his face again.
She barely had two seconds of warning.
One hot-eyed look, and then he hauled her into his arms, his mouth crashing down over hers.
A moment of shock assailed her, but she wasn’t lost this time. She could still smell his cologne—the rich bay rum and spiced clove scent she always associated with Gideon.
He reached out, unbuttoning her gown. Callused fingers rasped against her skin, and she pushed into the touch.Good grief. She’d never known it could feel like this. Those hands on her skin were wreaking havoc, melting her from the inside out.
He barely had the top row of buttons undone, and then he was tugging impatiently at the cup of her corset. Alexandra gasped and arched her back, barely caring that her breast came free. A hint of heat filled her cheeks when she saw the look he gave her, and then his hot mouth locked over her breast, and Alexandra cried out. The sweet pull of his mouth felt as though it tugged directly between her thighs, and his tongue swirled slow circles around her nipple.
Too much.
Far too much.
She felt overwhelmed and undone in a way she’d never felt before. The room spun, leaving her rocking against his thigh. Then his lips were rasping over her, teeth hard and firm, but also—
Teeth.
The exhilaration slid from her skin, as if she’d been dropped into the frigid Thames.
