Gideon swore softly but fervently against Lucy's lips as she upped the intensity of her touches. He was aching and hot all over. He let his lips trail from her mouth down to her neck, kissing hard over and over. "Lucy," he pleaded. "Lucy."
He reached for her wrists, to position her hands at the waistband of his own boxers. He was ready. If he wasn't sorely mistaken, she was ready. "Lucy," he pleaded again, kissing hard at the skin of her neck, just above the collarbone.