his hair, pulling on the silky locks, frustrated by his teasing...
"Do you want more?” he growled.
"Yes,” she moaned.
"How much more?"
Gideon watched as Kenzie bit her lip again, indecision meeting passion that she wasn't experienced enough to handle. He bent his head, finding that tempting lip himself and nibbled on it before pulling it into his mouth to suck on gently. “How much more, Mac?” he asked again as he let her go.
"I...I don't know,” she whispered, her big eyes staring up at him.
"Can I take off your shirt?"
"Y...Yes,” she said after a minute, lifting up a bit to help him with the shirt, letting her hands go above her head so he could pull it off.
He watched her face, his eyes never leaving it as he saw her flush again, catching the movement of her arms out of the corner of his eyes, as she crossed them over her breasts. “Has no one ever seen your breasts besides me?"
"W...well, you and Jimmy “the dog",” she tried to joke.
"Did you like how you felt then?” he asked.
"Then?"
"Bared in front of those men, my hand on your naked breast, your nipple teasing my palm,” he answered her, reaching down and finding her wrists. He drew them slowly up above her head, crossing them and then trailing his fingers down her arms.
"It was different,” Kenzie answered, squirming a little as his fingers tickled her. They traced down her sides, moving over her ribs to the deep indent of her waist before moving up again.
His lips found hers again, a quick biting little kiss that distracted her from where his hands were moving until suddenly he cupped her breasts in his big palms, rubbing and squeezing gently even as he heard her moan, her hips jerking against his. “Do you like this?"
"Yes,” she groaned, twitching as he rolled one of her nipples with his fingers.
"I'll let you in on a secret,” he hissed against her ear. “I do too."
"Really?” she groaned, mimicking him from a few moments earlier.
"Yes, really,” he said, smiling though the grin looked rather harsh. He was slowly losing control of himself, wanting badly to strip off the tiny shorts she wore and thrust himself into her, to be her first. That thought sent a shudder of longing through him that had her eyes opening and staring up at him.
"Are you all right?” she asked even as she squirmed under him.
His lips found hers, this time with very little gentleness, letting her feel the hunger that ate at him. He twisted her lips open, his tongue thrusting greedily inside, tasting of her passionate flavor. “Does that feel like I'm all right?” he growled against her lips, taking them again before she could answer.
Her response was swift and hot, going straight to his head. His hand slid from her tempting curves, moving down until he could feel the soft flannel of her shorts. He slipped his hand under the waistband, finding smooth, warm skin, roaming around until he could cup the curve of her ass in his palm, squeezing and molding her flesh.
Her arms went around his neck, her legs moved up, clasping at his sides as he caressed her skin. “Were these expensive?” he asked, his voice harsh with need.
"N...no, why?"
"I have this urgent need to rip them off of you,” he growled.
"Oh,” she moaned, shivering.
He didn't know if that was in agreement or not and he didn't care. Grasping the waistband of the thin flannel, he gripped it tightly, flexed his hand and then yanked hard. It ripped easily, exposing her slender hips and the smooth flesh of her belly to him. Her one remaining garment caught his eyes and made his breath hiss out slowly between his teeth in an admiring whistle.
Gideon rolled to the side, his hand coming down to smooth red satin and lace over her skin. His thumb pressed against the juncture of her thighs, slipping between, feeling smooth skin and wet heat. “I want you,” he growled. “If I take these off of you, I'm not going to be able to stop myself from taking you."
He could feel the heat of her