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against his wishes. Her own father. Granted, he was always pious and stern, but she believed he had cared in his
way.
    She had not seen him
since. How a man who, when she was a small girl, claimed to love her could turn
on her in such a manner—broke her heart.
    She would not think of
her father tonight.
    Gideon stood and
unfastened his trousers. He pushed them down and kicked them aside. His naked
body was a visual feast of masculine perfection and carved lean muscles. His
erection stood proud against his flat abdomen. Beautiful. There was no other word to describe him. In their very brief relationship, she
innately understood that Gideon was not a perfect man.   Neither could she be considered faultless.
Both carried a lot of hurt and rejection. Glancing at the potent masculinity
before her, she wondered who had discarded Gideon in his past. Underneath his
cold exterior, she knew a man of deep feeling resided. No, he was not perfect,
but as her lingering gaze roamed over his stunning body, he was a close to
ideal as one could become.
    Gideon reached for her
hands and placed them above his heart. She stood and faced him. Her hands
spread flat on his muscled chest. Fingertips explored through the light dusting
of black, curly hair over to his nipples. She caressed them into hard peaks,
and then leaned down to suckle them. A low, rumbling growl left Gideon’s chest.
His large hand clasped the back of her head, holding her in place.
    Heavens, he enjoyed it.
How would it feel to have him do the same to her? A dart of
desire arrowed between her thighs at the thought.
    Gideon suddenly cupped
her face and tilted her head to look at him. His intense gaze sent her heart
fluttering. How did she ever think this man cold and indifferent? His dark eyes
sparkled and shone, as if black flame danced in his irises. Their gazes locked.
    “I cannot believe this
is happening to me...” Gideon whispered.
    “What?”
    He rested his forehead
against hers, his thumbs caressing her cheeks.
    “I have done many
things. I tried just about everything carnal to feel—something.”
    “I have heard the
stories of the scandalous Lord Craven. His incredible
stamina. His incredible cock. Man or woman, two
or three at a time, it was no matter.”
    Gideon sucked in a
breath and exhaled. “I have fucked a few men. During a frenzied, alcohol and
opium-fueled orgy, one arse is the same as the next.
I really did not care. I never allowed my own to be breached.”
    “Always in control,” she
stated.
    “Yes. Control. I reveled in it. When I am with you, I happily cede it to you, my sweet.”
    Olivia pulled back and
stared up at him. “While we are together, Gideon, I do not wish to share you.
Perhaps it is selfish, but I...”
    His kiss devastated her.
His tongue plunged deep, tasting, licking, and swirling every inch of her
mouth. He moaned. So did she . For a man who claimed he
had never kissed during his assignations, he certainly was skilled.
    Gideon ended the kiss.
His fingers roamed through her hair. Grabbing a fistful, he pulled her head
back so she had no choice but to stare up at him.
    “Never. No one is welcome in what we share,” he said
vehemently. “I am at heart a selfish man, greedy even. I have never felt like
this before. I want to possess you, claim you—love you in a way I did not think
I was capable. I will never share. Never.”
    “I agree.”
    His fervent words sent a
thrill of desire through her whole body. Love? Could
it be possible?
    He kissed her hard and
brief, then moved behind her and slowly removed the corset and peignoir, laying
hot, insistent kisses on every inch of exposed skin.
    His large hands
traversed her naked body, leaving a trail of sizzling flame in its wake.
    “God, I want to taste
you.”
    He backed her up until
her legs touched the mattress. Gently, he laid her down, and then knelt in
front of her. He spread her wide, his mouth traveling up her inner thighs until
he hovered before her exposed quim . No,