Emma flushed beneath his mouth, but her skin already tasted hot from the healing cream. His mouth moved farther and farther from her n****e, seeking out the valley between her breasts, the slope of her shoulder, the skin at the edge of her collar. He passed over the bruises and scrapes carefully, making sure that any pain she felt would be the lightest twinge.
His hand dropped between her legs. Emma spread them automatically, but the belt shielded her from any direct contact. That wasn’t his goal anyway. Gideon caressed the inside of her thighs at the same tempo his lips moved along her neck. The pull of her arms above her head prevented him from burrowing in the hollow like he loved to do, but he could still reach her ear. He traced the delicate shell with the tip of his tongue, knowing
