It wasn't spoken permission. But her actions were pretty darned clear. The way she was moving against him, and merlin, the haste with which she'd bared them. Lucy was hardly a delicate flower and she'd bloody well let him know if there was anything she didn't like.
Gideon fastened his lips over her collarbone again and used one hand to help line himself up. He was getting a little desperate, but he tried to push in gently, the muscles in his back and abdomen tensing up with the effort.