The fact that Amelia didn't trust him to not drop her would've disappointed him if he hadn't sort of understood where it came from. Between the injuries that she got during the attacks and what had happened to her when Teddy left, Gideon understood her reaction. Still, he had her. He wasn't letting her fall, so she could relax and just trust him until he put her down. But Amelia's insinuation that he wasn't working out enough almost stung. "Fat chance of that when there's a gym here," he said, giving her a light swat on the ass while she was still over his shoulder. If there hadn't been a gym, he might've been slipping and lost some definition. Not a chance when there was a decent set of weights around.
Amelia wasn't the only handsy one. Gid's hands ran over her body, palms moving roughly over her lace bodice. He would've pushed her down, but she beat him to it, and he allowed her to. If Mel wanted to be on top, Gideon had no problems with that whatsoever. He liked women who were assertive, whether it be in the bedroom or elsewhere. Who didn't, though? Who wouldn't want a woman to take charge once in a while? He wasn't asking to be dominated like a freak, but seeing her crawling on top of him would never disappoint him.
Gideon reached up and held onto her waist when she straddled him, and he rather started to want his boxers gone, as well as all that fabric she was wearing. Transparent or not, he didn't want it on her anymore. They were past the point where Gideon required temptation. All he wanted was her naked already, especially when he felt her hand on him through his boxers. "Not nearly lately enough," he mumbled back, one hand moving from her waist around to the front of her body and dipping down low. His thumb mimicked the movements of Amelia's hand on him as he found what he'd been looking for.