The Dare Collection November 2018. Christy McKellen
the sound faded, I attempted to distance myself from my disturbing thoughts by flinging aside the sheets and rising from the bed.
My wobbly legs reminded me how thoroughly Gideon had used my body. No matter how today ended this would remain an unforgettable experience. So why did the thought of it ending make me anxious?
What the hell was wrong with me?
Impatiently catching my hair up in a knot, I hurried to the bathroom, eager to wash my thoughts away.
Like every other amenity on the yacht, the bathroom was the last word in luxury. A spacious sunken Jacuzzi took up one corner, while the other housed an ultra-modern shower complete with a wide bench and multiple showerheads. I headed for the shower.
For endless minutes I let the jets wash over me, hoping it’d help blank my mind. When it didn’t I reached for the shower gel, then froze when the bathroom door opened.
‘You were supposed to wait for me in bed,’ Gideon grumbled.
My heart jumped into my throat as I watched him pull on the ties of his dark-coloured lounge pants and kick them off. Naked and shamelessly aroused, he walked into the shower and plucked the bottle of shower gel from my hand.
‘I got impatient,’ I said. ‘And hungry.’ Not to mention a whole load of other things I wasn’t about to voice.
‘I brought breakfast as I promised. But now you don’t get it until I’m done with you.’
He squeezed gel into his hands, rubbed them in slow sexy circles before gliding them over my shoulders. I welcomed the hot swell of desire that left no room for thoughts of Gideon’s past or the knot of anxiety that came with considering that today would be all I had with him.
Instead, I let myself burn in the carnal promise etched on his face as he cupped my breasts and flicked his thumbs over my nipples.
‘I heard the helicopter leave.’
‘As of ten minutes ago, my colourful guests have been dispatched,’ he replied without taking his eyes off my breasts. ‘Do me a favour and give the crew a day off, would you? I want to be alone with you on board today.’
Excitement leapt through me. ‘And what will we do with all that time?’
His cocky smile swept into place. ‘We’ll find something, I’m sure. I can be very inventive when properly motivated.’
‘Then I guess we’ll have to find ways to keep you fully motivated.’
He chuckled. And then speech became redundant. With mind-boggling attention to detail, Gideon washed every inch of my body. Then, sliding one hand under my knee, he lifted my leg to curl around his waist. He plucked a condom off the shelf, his gaze not leaving mine as he tore it open.
I took it from him, slowing my movements as I slid the rubber over his steel-hard length.
The hand wrapped around my hip tightened as his lips parted on a hoarse pant. ‘Who named this boat, Leonora?’
I dragged my gaze up his glorious body to his face. ‘What?’
‘La Sirène. The siren. You named it, didn’t you?’
‘What if I did?’
‘Then this insanity you wreak in me will be totally understandable.’ The raw confession shook me to my toes.
‘Gideon—’
‘I can’t go five fucking minutes without thinking about you,’ he interrupted harshly. ‘Do you know that?’
The wild thrumming in my blood intensified. ‘You don’t sound too happy about it.’
‘If you want to make me happy, put me inside you, let me feel you hot and tight around me again.’
With a helpless moan I dragged him closer, gliding my fingers over him for one stolen moment before guiding him to my entrance.
Hand on my hip and the other hooked under my knee, he thrust hard and deep inside me. I screamed, my nails sinking into his nape as pleasure tore through me.
Gideon slammed inside me over and over, his movements growing frenzied. ‘Fuck, Leonora, I can’t get enough of you.’
I kept my mouth shut, instinct warning me not to vocalise my own growing addiction to him.
The instantaneous attraction I’d felt from the moment we met had only intensified with each minute I spent with him. Admitting unguarded feelings would be inviting trouble. So I let my moans and my touch and my writhing hips speak for me.
But Gideon wasn’t content with that. With a grunt, he pressed me against the wall and dropped his gaze to where we were intimately connected. And then piercing grey eyes reconnected with mine. ‘Do you like what I’m doing to you?’
‘What do you think?’
‘I think I’d love further demonstration.’
‘Why, Gideon. You sound almost insecure,’ I muttered huskily as he surged inside me.
Bewilderment mingled with arousal. ‘Funny thing, that. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else. You make me want to do things I don’t normally do, Leonora,’ he gritted out.
Oh, God. I squeezed my eyes shut, the potency of his words threatening to shatter my defences. ‘Things like what?’
He leaned close, bit the corner of my lip before gliding his tongue over it. ‘You’ve reduced me to constant begging. I find myself baring my fucking soul like I’m at confession. And I’m not even Catholic.’
He surged deeper, lifting me to the tips of my toes.
‘Oh, God!’ The tempest brewing in my veins intensified. I dragged my eyes open, met turbulent ones. ‘This feels one-sided to you? You want to see what you do to me?’
‘Yes,’ he encouraged thickly.
I dragged one hand down his body and transferred it to my own. The first brush of my fingers over my swollen clit tightened my internal muscles, nearly sent me over the edge. My whole body shook with the precursor to my impending climax.
‘Fuck yes. More, Leonora,’ Gideon demanded gruffly.
I touched myself again, this time prepared for the zap of electricity.
Gideon swivelled his hips, aiming his thrust to hit me at an angle that turned me liquid.
‘Gideon.’ His name was a drawn-out moan. ‘I...I don’t know if I can take it.’
Teeth clenched, he continued to work me, his eyes growing darker by the minute as we both surged towards completion. ‘I have you, sweetheart. Go wild for me.’
I fondled myself again, gliding my fingers on either side of his thrusting cock. Then I brought my fingers to my clit, circling my needy flesh. Once started, I couldn’t stop.
‘God, you’re so beautiful, Leonora.’
Raising my gaze from the intensely erotic sight of our joining, I met Gideon’s compulsive gaze. We stayed like that, an intense and hypnotising connection locking us in place.
Then he gave a harsh groan. ‘I feel you, baby. You’re ready to explode, aren’t you?’
Words failed me. A moment later, he fused his mouth to mine just as a tsunami of sensation smashed into me.
Gideon’s shout filled the heated space a moment later. I felt him catch me as every ounce of energy rushed out of me and my vision blurred.
When I came to, he was seated on the bench and I was sprawled all over him. Soft kisses trailed down my face as his hands smoothed back damp tendrils. ‘This was how I wanted to wake up. Good morning, Leonora.’
I smiled, feeling beyond sensational. ‘Good morning, Gideon.’
With a deep chuckle, he rose