He tore the foil packet and rolled the condom down his heavy erection. She couldn't look away from him. Everything he did fascinated her. He stepped toward her, took her face in his hands, and held her still for his kiss. Her knees turned to Jell-o.
"I'm not arrogant. But I do want you, and when I want something this bad, I tend to work extra hard until I get it."
She was out of her comfort zone with him. “It's never been like this."
"Like what?"
"No man has ever been so passionate with me."
"Fools, the lot of them,” he growled then tugged her forward. “Sit on the stool, baby."
She eyed the massive thing, unsure and shy all over again. Gideon must have seen her nervousness and positioned her next to the stool, then gently nudged her until she was seated in the center. “Good girl. Now lay back with your head on the rest."
She shifted around until her head lay on the extended cushion, her body angled so her bottom was higher in the air. Her legs dangled over the edge.
Gideon was suddenly between her legs, his calloused palms moving over her thighs igniting her passion. He wrapped his hands around her calves and bent her legs. “Hold your legs apart."
Lori bit her lip and tried not to think of how open and vulnerable she felt. Then she did as he asked.
He dipped his head and kissed her belly then whispered against her skin, “Open yourself more. Show me you want me."
His hot breath against her flesh was all the incentive she needed. She spread her legs wide, then wrapped her fist around his cock and used it to stroke her clit and labia, before guiding him into her heat. Gideon stood up and thrust forward. She gasped.
He stilled. “Too much?"
"No, it's...” She couldn't find the words to express the sensations bombarding her. His cock touched places inside her body no man had ever reached.
"Damn, you feel incredible,” he uttered as he pulled all the way out then thrust forward again.
His palms swept over her nipples, and she arched upward, seeking more of his caresses. When he smoothed his way down her ribcage and belly to play with her tiny bud, she came apart.
"Gideon!” she cried out as she flew over the edge of desire.
He thrust harder, holding onto her hips as he plunged deep. Muscles pumped and sweat glistened off his chest and
abs. When he flung his head back and shouted her name, Lori wrapped her legs around him and held him to her tightly. She never wanted the moment to end. She never wanted to let him go. Suddenly it was all too much and tears flooded her eyes. She covered her face in mortification, but Gideon's gentle fingers forced her to look at him. He was so wonderful. Strong, giving and so capable. She loved so much about him. And that was the crux of it. She loved him.
"What's wrong, baby? Was I too rough?"
"No, never that. It was beautiful. You're beautiful."
He lifted her into his arms and cradled her against his chest. “You're telling me these are tears of happiness?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest. She couldn't possibly tell him the truth. He was supposed to be a fun break from the norm. Falling in love wasn't part of the bargain.
"Yes,” she mumbled, “tears of happiness."
"Look at me, sweetheart.” When she lifted her head, he searched her face. Long seconds passed; then he said, “I want to slip inside your head, but I made a promise. I'll keep it if it kills me. Since I can't do that, then at least let me cook for you."
Her stomach growled at the mention of food. Okay, so she just realized she's in love with a handsome millionaire artist, but does the revelation stop her from wanting food? Nope. She sighed. “What do you have in mind?"
"I'm not a gourmet cook, but I can whip up some spaghetti and open a jar of sauce. Does that work for you?"
"It sounds wonderful."
He put her on her feet and helped her back into her mangled gown. Once she was covered, he leaned down to press his lips to her crown. Then he swatted her bottom. “Go shower and slip on one of my shirts, or I won't be able to concentrate."
She nodded and started out of the room but stopped when he called her name. She turned. He already had his pants on, unbuttoned, arms crossed over his chest. Lori didn't want to think about the devastating effect he had on her body, or she'd never make it out of the room.