Though he was sorely tempted to roll his eyes at her desire to put off eating for the best sort of exercise, Gideon managed to refrain. It wasn't as though the thought hadn't crossed his mind, too, but it was a bigger dilemma for him. As much as he loved Amelia, and he knew he did, he also loved food. Food has always been there. Always existing in his life, always waiting for him to come home from a busy day anywhere. Gideon and his love affair with food had been a life-long romance, so his hesitation at running off to sex with Amelia was somewhat understandable, right?
Nope. Screw that. Gideon ignored the food on the table for one of the first times in his life and held Amelia by the face as he quickly bent down and pressed his lips to hers. Pressing her body into his, he started walking and steering her towards the counter. He didn't care that he bumped into a chair that was in their path. That didn't matter. When he felt them hit the counter and had no further to go, Gideon hoisted Amelia up onto it and moved his palms roughly over her thighs. Her skirt was easy enough to push up, and he managed to bunch the material around her hips so it was completely out of the way simply by moving his hands around to her ass.