He sat down in Grandie's armchair with her on his lap and kissed her deeply, one hand running over her relaxed body. It never even entered her head to be horrified or alarmed by the fondling movement of that hand. Gideon was caressing her shoulders, her breasts, her waist, and she was not protesting or finding anything novel or terrifying in what he was doing. She clasped her arms behind his dark head and sighed with pleasure.
Her cheeks went pink as she remembered the way Gideon had kissed and caressed her. It had seemed so natural and right, as though it had happened many times before. Those long fingers had known their way around her body and her body had known their touch.
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