Without breaking the seal of their mouths, Gideon shifted his body, his arm curving around her waist to drag her onto his lap. He’d been hard from the moment he touched her; there was no way she wouldn’t feel it, pressing against her pussy. This would be the true test.
Gideon had been controlling the kiss, doing his best to keep it slow, but as soon as Mary settled on his lap, she increased the pressure against his mouth. Her tongue swept boldly into his mouth, sliding against his before exploring deeper.
He palmed her ass, his fingers digging into the supple flesh. Everywhere they touched, her heartbeat echoed through his skin, stirring his blood, igniting the lust he’d been trying to keep at bay. Her nipples were hard points pressing into his chest, and whether she realized she was doing it or not, Mary rubbed against him and his still-healing injury with enough force for slivers of white-hot pain to shoot through the pleasure.