A Case of Love by Wendy Stone Read Free Book Online

she asked, her head tipping back to look at him before dropping to his groin once more.
    "God, yes, really,” he groaned. His hips jerked as her soft fingers played over him more. “Do you want me to?” he couldn't help but ask when she kept stroking him.
    "I...I've never seen...” she paused and Gideon watched as she bit her bottom lip, taking that succulent flesh between her pearly white teeth.
    "You've never seen a man come?” His eyes narrowed and he stared down at her. “Are you trying to tell me that tough as nails Mackenzie Hunter is a virgin?"
    She nodded, the flush on her cheeks growing redder.
    "There's no way,” he breathed, a surge of emotion surprising him. It was a mix; lust, tenderness, disbelief, coiled around a healthy dollop of attraction that had his cock pulsing in her hands and him just an instant away from initiating her. His hand dropped over hers, stopping her movement, pulling her hand off his cock even as he groaned.
    With gentle fingers, he settled her hand on his stomach, then reached up and lifted her chin. She met his eyes, then hers skittered away until he refused to release her, coming back to his. “You really are a virgin?"
    Mackenzie nodded. “It's not that big of a deal,” she whispered.
    "It's a huge deal. Where'd you grow up? A monastery?"
    "A monastery is full of monks,” she grumbled. “I grew up in Texas with an older brother and cousins that scared off any boy who even looked at me twice. My cousin Aaron even went to the same college as me and made my social life there a living hell."
    "But you aren't in Texas anymore,” Gideon said. “Monroe City is pretty far from Texas. Why haven't you...since you moved here?"
    "Do you know how hard it is to be taken seriously as an investigative reporter when you're a woman? It's probably like a female homicide detective. We have to work twice as hard to get half the respect a man would get at the same job. I haven't had the time to... Not if I wanted to be taken seriously.” Her voice grew stronger as she spoke and she lifted herself up so that she laid over him.
    Gideon stared at her. “I guess I've never thought of it that way."
    "You wouldn't, you're not a woman."
    "Well,” he said after a second. “It's a good thing I'm not because this would be hard to explain,” he joked, waving his hand over them. “So...have you ever been kissed by anybody other than me?"
    "Yes. I'm not that innocent,” she snapped.
    Gideon smirked, then before she could move, he rolled with her, ending up with his hips cradled between her thighs, lying on top of her. He knew she couldn't help but feel his cock, pressed as it was up against the tight little shorts she was wearing under her tee shirt.
    "What are you doing?” she gasped.
    "Well, if you're not that innocent, then you won't mind if I kiss you again?"
    Before she could answer, he dropped his head, his lips claiming hers with seamless ease. She made one sound, something like a squeak then stilled beneath him. He smiled against her lips, knowing she would feel it. There was a little demon inside of him tonight, pushing him to do these things. Slowly tilting his head, he rubbed his lips against hers, finally parting his, letting his tongue come out to lick lightly at the crease of her lips.
    "Open your mouth,” he murmured against her mouth, groaning when she did as he ordered. Her tongue met his, teasingly rubbing against his as he deepened the kiss. He felt her hands come up, one tangling in his too long hair, the other sliding over the naked curve of his shoulder, holding on to him as if for dear life.
    He teased her with long, languid kisses, pulling away when she moaned and try to take them deeper. He enjoyed the sound of her breathing, the long breathless moans, the husky little gasps she gave as he rubbed against her, pressing his cock into the crease of her shorts where they rode into her slit. He gave of himself, teaching her passion and giving her laughter until she finally grasped