It wasn't as though Amelia and Gideon hadn't done it in their kitchen before. They'd definitely spent time in almost every room on almost every surface of their house, and the kitchen was certainly one of them. That didn't mean it couldn't be repeated, though. With Amelia sitting on the counter, they were basically at the perfect height for each other. Then again, comfort was the last thing usually thought of when one contemplated kitchen counter sex. It could still be a bonus, though, and Gideon would happily take it.
Breathing in sharply at the feel of teeth on his lip, Gideon's hands clenched around her flesh more roughly than he actually intended to, but there was no apologizing. No talking. Nothing but lips and hands, and her legs around his body. Gideon had no thoughts of escape at that very moment. He hadn't actually intended on wasting time with Amelia's shirt, but it was all right with him if she did it. Her nails in his skin made him grow hard, and as much fun as teasing could be, Gideon wasn't interested in being slow. Amelia could unbutton her blouse as slowly as she wanted to, but he'd control the speed after that.
Leaving her blouse unbuttoned, Gideon seized hold of Amelia the moment after her last button was undone. Seeing her with her skirt bunched around her waist and her blouse unbuttoned was a crazy turn on, and his hands moved back up her thighs. His fingers found the bit of fabric they were looking for and he pulled, lifting her off the counter when he needed to. Gideon's lips found Amelia's neck as his fingertips moved between her legs, stroking her with one hand while his other undid the button on his trousers.