Page 41 of From London, With Love
“Alexa,” he warned, throwing his head back on her mattress. “I can’t stop.”
In answer, she dragged the full length of her tongue up him and sucked the swollen head of his member.
Hot seed spilled into her mouth as he bucked beneath her. His hands curled into fists in her hair, and an utterly un-Gideon-like cry echoed.
“Dear God,” he breathed as he collapsed back upon the pillow. “Dear God.”
Gideon lay flat on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes.
Alexandra sat up, wiping her lips. The experience had been both heady and fulfilling, but she didn’t know what to do now.
You just pleasured him like a bawd.
And she’d enjoyed every moment of it.
“Gideon?” she whispered, for he wasn’t moving, and he hadn’t said a word beyond “Dear God.”
He swatted her with one of the cushions. “I cannot believe you just did that.”
“Nor can I.”
Capturing her in his arms, he rolled her onto the daybed. Alexandra caught at his shoulder, momentarily startled, and it took her a moment to realize she felt no fear at the sudden move.
Not with him.
She landed flat on her back, drowning in a spill of her skirts.
“My turn,” he said, in a smoky voice as he lowered his head to her bodice.
She could feel the press of his thigh between hers, forcing her knees to part, and the weight of his body. It no longer unnerved her—this was Gideon, after all—but she still felt unsettled.
His lips brushed against her breast, and then his hand was in her skirts, sliding them up. Tension warred in her belly, theyesand thenotwisting her into knots, and then the roughness of his stubble was marking her skin and his hot mouth found her nipple.
Too much.
Far too much.
That hand slid up her thigh, and a part of her wanted him to continue—a part of her desperately wanted to be able to lie back and surrender, but there was also that tiny, tremulous piece of her that quavered at the thought.
“No,” she said, pushing him away.
Gideon froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” She scrambled out from beneath him, her breath coming in faint hitches. “No, it’s not…. It’s…. It’s not necessary,” she told him, shaking out her skirts as she stood.
“Not necessary?” Shock reigned rampant in his voice as he sat up, his trousers unbuttoned and his shirt in disarray.
Alexandra strode toward the doorway. “You’ve done as I asked. I no longer find myself frightened of the male physique. Anything else is… simply excessive.” She paused by the door, taking one last look back at him. “Thank you.”
“Alexandra!”
But she was already gone.
* * *
Gideon watchedthe doors slam shut behind her, his heart thumping into the bottom of his rib cage like lead before he shook off his stupor.
Not necessary, my ass.
