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With eager fingers, she reached for the fly of his pants, undoing the first button. Gideon’s hands stilled against her skin and he watched, lips parted, as she moved to the next button. Her fingers brushed against the bulge of his erection and she heard his sharp intake of air. For a moment, she froze, wondering what the hell she was doing.
But then she looked up at Gideon, the sensuous lips curved in a seductive smile, green eyes dark with passion. And any doubt she had vanished. She didn’t care if she was thousands of miles from home, in a dangerous country with a stranger. All she cared about was the heat thrumming through her body, the chance to feel alive again, even if it was momentary. Even if it was wrong.
“I’m not holding a gun to your head, Lainey.” Gideon’s words caught her off guard. “You’re free to step away if you don’t want to be here.”
“Do you mean here, in Guatemala? Or here, doing this?” In a bold move, she reached out and cupped Gideon’s erection.
He held her gaze a moment before he answered. “You know what I mean. Don’t be coy. It’s not your style.”
“What is my style? Crazy?” She squeezed him, and in response he flexed his hips forward, a subtle gesture but so erotically charged she lost her mind and almost melted at his feet.
“Right now, it’s far too talkative…again.” He stepped forward, forcing himself against her hand. His eyes bore down on hers and for a moment all she could do was blink up at him.
“You’re a woman of action. Take what you want when you want it. If you want this…me…then take it.”