Page 30 of Ruthless Touch
“You don’t want me, Aria. Trust me on that,” he says, his words tinged with sadness.
That’s my cue to take another step forward, and when I do, my breasts softly touch his body, exciting me. He doesn’t move when I reach out to slide my arms around his neck, so I tilt my head back and smile at him.
“I do want you, Gideon. I wanted you that night at that party. I wanted you later that night when you weren’t around and I had to listen to Franco berate me for talking to you. I wanted you the day he said I was to go with you, and I’ve wanted you every day since. I haven’t been the one fighting this.”
He looks into my eyes and winces like what I just said caused him pain. “No, I’ve been the one who was fighting it.”
“Please stop. I’m here. I want you, and you want me. Stop making whatever it is we can be impossible. Whatever the problem was the other day, I don’t care. All I care about is us in this shower and what we could be doing if we weren’t talking.”
That makes him smile, and he really is more incredible than any man I’ve ever seen in my life at this moment. “Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to talk?”
He’s cute and sexy, and it’s too much for me to bear, so I press a kiss to his lips as water streams down between us. His lips are soft and willing, and it takes no time at all before our tongues are mingling together, each of us exploring the other’s mouth.
Gideon stuffs his hand into my hair and tugs my head back so I’m forced to stare up at him and that beautiful mouth I want more of. “I tried to keep you at arm’s length. It was for your own good, Aria.”
“What if I don’t want you to look out for my own good? What if I want you, no matter what?”
“I’m not what you should want.”
His words sound so full of sadness I don’t understand, but I’m here with him in the shower and he’s as hard as a rock pressing against my pussy, so I don’t care. He is what I want. I can’t change that, and I don’t want to.
I kiss him hard, wanting to feel everything he has press against my lips. He doesn’t hold back this time, and the sensation of his tongue teasing mine while his hands slide down my back to cup my ass thrills me.
A second later, he lifts me in the air and fills me with one slow thrust. I close my eyes as his groans fills the shower around us. He’s as raw and needy as I am, and the two of us quickly fall into a rhythm with his cock thrusting deep inside me and my hips tilting to take every delicious inch of him.
My hands cling to his neck with his soaking wet hair tickling my skin. Even drenched, it’s soft, and I can’t stop myself from running my fingers through it. His mouth plunders mine like the very essence of all he needs can be found in my kiss, and I revel in how sensual this man is.
When he pulls away to kiss my neck, I moan his name. “Gideon, don’t stop…please, don’t stop.”
His teeth gently sink into my shoulder as he begins to thrust faster into my body, sending my need to come into overdrive. It’s been too long since I got to enjoy that feeling of release, and after being so close to him for all these weeks without a single kiss until the other day, I’m desperate to finally orgasm.
His cock jackhammers into me, sending waves of need coursing through me. I tilt my head up to feel the water from the showerhead hit my face. The warmth contrasts with the feel of the marble tile pressing against my back when he pushes me to the wall. His hands let go of my ass so all that’s keeping me on him are my hands clutching his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist.
Gideon leans forward, positioning his hands against the wall on either side of my head, before dipping his mouth to mine in another mind-blowing kiss. I open my eyes to see him staring at me like a ravenous animal set to devour me. He’s more intense than I’ve ever seen him in all the time we’ve been around one another, but I’m not afraid.
“Give me what I need. Please,” I beg, unashamed of wanting to come.
“Tell me what you need, Aria. I want to hear you say it.”
His husky voice sounds like he’s on the edge of losing it just like I am. The thought of finally seeing him let go excites me more than I thought possible.
“I want to come. Please, let me come, Gideon.”
He slides his hand around my throat and squeezes ever so gently, sending waves of desire washing over me. I don’t know if his thing is control, and I don’t care right now. Whatever it takes for him to get off he can do. I just want to orgasm.
In my ear, he says in a low shaky voice, “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock and let me feel that cunt milk me dry.”
His words thrill me, and a few seconds later, I feel my release tear through my body like a freight train. It’s almost violent, and my hips thrust hard against him to take every inch of his cock into me. My fingernails tear at the back of his neck, making him growl not in pain but pleasure.
As I come, I feel his body still and then he fills me with all he has, warming my insides. His cock twitches inside me, sending ropes of cum deep inside. It’s erotic and sensual and everything I’ve needed all these weeks.
I sag against his shoulders as my release slowly ebbs away, leaving only my thighs quivering from the aftershocks. My lips brush against his neck, and I taste a faint hint of saltiness on his skin.
“That was incredible,” I whisper and then let out a heavy sigh of pure contentment.
Gideon is silent for so long that I finally lift my head to see what he looks like, and for the first time since he brought me to his home, he looks pleased. It’s not a laughing or joking around kind of joy but a quiet happiness that makes him even more appealing. His dark eyes seem softer when I look into them now.
Finally, he responds to me with a tender kiss that makes my heart soar. Maybe we aren’t so bad together, after all.