A man and his love for food. If Amelia had been in his head at that moment following along with his inner dilemma, she might have rolled her eyes and bopped him in the side of the head. But then again, it seemed that he chose correctly the moment he started moving Amelia backwards. At first she had no idea what he had in mind, but when the counter bumped up against her a flare of excitement shot through her body and her eyes snapped open at her surprise.
His quick and rough movements, his skin passing over hers, and the cool of the counter underneath her arse made butterflies pool in her stomach and arousal shoot through her body. It wasn't hard for Gideon to manage to turn her on, but this was kind of a record breaking moment for him. Smiling into his kisses, one of her hands wrapped gruffly into his hair and yanked him by the locks too her, biting his lip and playing with his tongue until she tasted every centimeter of his mouth. Her legs almost on their own accord wrapped around his middle, forcing him to be pressed up against her with little room for escape. Finally, her other free hand traveled underneath the back of his shirt, her nails moving over soft skin before biting into his side a little roughly. Pain and pleasure. They were always good in doses.
Her breathing became heavy very quickly, and it didn't take long for her to break away and stare at him in a hard fashion. Her eyes screamed for him, and she figured he was smart enough to figure out he had the go ahead to do anything he wanted. Really, she craved him to do that more than anything. "I love you, Gideon Prewett," she whispered roughly to him, nipping his earlobe as she pulled away and leaned back on her elbows onto the counter. Making sure his eyes were still on her, she smiled playfully and slowly began unbuttoning her tight blouse. But very, very slowly. Almost painfully so. Because why not? Teasing was fun.