Everything about her was wanting. Her hands, her body, her voice. Gideon held her with one arm, lavishing attention on her scars which were obviously incredibly sensitive now, and began opening her blouse with the other hand.
Her clothes came off easily. Blouse pushed aside. Trousers opened and loosened. Gideon kissed his way down her body, nipping gently at one nipple on the way by, pulling her trousers and knickers free until she lay bare before him.
A wave of desire moved through him as he pulled his jumper off and tossed it aside, pushing his shoes off as he opened his jeans. Soon enough he returned to her and crushed his mouth to hers. "Tell me," he rasped against her lips. "What you want." Did she want gentle and loving? Rough and hungry? He knew what he wanted, but this was all about her.