Page 40 of From London, With Love
And that would not do.
She leaned down to kiss him, and he met her mouth eagerly. Cupping a hand around hers, he showed her how to work his body, and Alexandra found herself melting against him. A languorous heat slid through her veins like molten honey. Power. This was power. And he’d surrendered himself to her. It seemed an aphrodisiac like no other.
She kissed his chin, and he tilted his head up, revealing his throat.
Another little display of vulnerability, and she found she liked it.
“More,” he demanded, and she bit him, her blunt teeth sinking into the muscle where his neck met his shoulder.
Gideon’s eyes darkened as she kissed her way down his abdomen, pausing to explore. Hands and mouth and tongue…. He liked that best, she thought. And he liked her mouth upon him, she was swiftly learning.
“Alexa.” His hands tangled in her hair, and he tried to tug her up.
“No,” she said, shaking his hand away.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want to not be afraid of this,” she whispered, and then she lowered her head and kissed the smooth skin just above his trousers.
She could have sworn Gideon stopped breathing.
“I thinkI’mafraid you’ll stop.” He tried to sound teasing, but he didn’t dare move, she noticed.
“I do recall someone teasing me almost to the point of mindfulness, and then ceasing.” Alexandra looked up, reveling in this small role as temptress.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Beg me,” she whispered.
His arms quivered, and the muscles in his abdomen tightened as he lifted his head off the daybed to watch what she was doing. “If you think that I’m—”
She trailed her tongue across the ridge of his pelvic bone, her passion-loosened hair dragging across his erection.
“Fuck.” Gideon collapsed back on the daybed. “Curse you. Don’t stop.”
She shook her head, dragging her lips across that sensitive strip of skin. Back and forth. Back and forth. “So demanding, Gideon.”
It was easy to feel relaxed with such gentle banter. Her nervousness washed away, and she nudged the flap of fabric out of the way. Gideon sucked in a sharp breath, his entire body splayed for her view.
Good lord. She’d thought the size of him excessive in her earlier explorations, but this….
The first brush of her lips to his swollen cock stole a gasp from him.
“Hell and ashes,” he gasped, writhing before her.
What a strangely delightful act.
“More,” he demanded, and thrust his hips up so that the tip of him breached her mouth.
This was new territory, but she set out to conquer it as one did when one was queen.
“Alexa,” he gasped, his hands trembling on her head. “Alex, damn it. I can’t— I’m going to—” His fingers curled into her hair. And then his hips were thrusting up, and she almost choked. “Oh God. I can’t stop.”
And then his hands were pressing her down, encouraging her to swallow more of him.
It didn’t bother her. Indeed, she relished the feeling of power, the quiver of his body as he gasped and begged for mercy. She could feel him shaking with the need to surrender, feel him fighting it.
And failing.
