"You said my move," he reminded her. "It wasn't designed to be fair. Keep squirming, though, you're just getting heavier." Gideon made a move as to act like he was going to drop her, which he wasn't going to at all. She wasn't actually getting heavier, either, but that didn't mean the squirming helped him. So if Amelia thought Gideon was going to drop her because she was moving around, then he was fine with that. If she chose to interpret that as his new-found belief that she was truly putting on a couple pounds, then he would set her straight. Gideon hoped she was more secure than to think that about herself or about him.
Lips roughly smashed against hers, Gideon inhaled sharply and breathed in her scent. His arms slid around her torso and held her against him. She'd been the one to close the space, but he was going to make sure she couldn't get away until he was good and ready. Amelia was right, though. He was still fully dressed and she was nowhere near it. That needed to be fixed. Gideon reluctantly allowed Amelia to pull back so he could yank his shirt off, but then he had to stand up. Quickly unbuckling his belt, Gideon unzipped and dropped his jeans to the floor before climbing back onto the bed and picking up exactly where he'd left off.