Entwined with You(10)

“You love this,” he said gruffly, pushing his fingers into my hair to cup my head. “As much as I do.”


“More. I want to do this for hours. Make you come over and over again.”


A growl rumbled in his chest. “I would. I can’t get enough.”


The tip of my tongue traced a pulsing vein up to the head, and then I took him in my mouth again, my neck arching back as I lowered to sit on my heels, my hands on my knees, offering myself to him.


Gideon looked down with eyes that glittered with lust and tenderness.


“Don’t stop.” He widened his stance. He slid his cock to the back of my throat, then pulled back out, coating my tongue with a trail of creamy pre-ejaculate. I swallowed, savoring the rich flavor of him.


He groaned, his hands cupping my jaw. “Don’t stop, angel. Suck me dry.”


My cheeks hollowed as we found a rhythm, our rhythm, the syncing of our hearts and breaths and drive to pleasure. We had no problem overthinking our way into trouble, but our bodies never got it wrong. When we had our hands on each other, we both knew we were in the one place we needed to be, with the one person we needed to be with.


“So f*cking good.” His teeth ground audibly. “Ah, God, you’re making me come.”


His cock swelled in my mouth. His hand fisted in my hair, pulling, his body shuddering as he came hard.


Gideon cursed as I swallowed. He emptied himself in thick, hot bursts, flooding my mouth as if he hadn’t come all night. By the time he finished, I was gasping and trembling. He pulled me to my feet and stumbled to the bed, settling heavily with me tucked into his side. His lungs labored, his hands rough as he pulled me closer.


“This wasn’t what I had in mind when I brought you coffee.” He pressed a quick, rough kiss to my forehead. “Not that I have any complaints.”


I curled into him, beyond grateful to have him in my arms again. “Let’s play hooky and make up for lost time.”


His laugh was husky from his orgasm. He held me for a while, his fingers sifting through my hair and gliding gently down my arm.


“It ripped me apart,” he said quietly. “Seeing how hurt and angry you were. Knowing I was causing you pain and that you were pulling away from me … It was hell for us both, but I couldn’t take the risk that you might become a suspect.”


I stiffened. I hadn’t thought of that possibility. It could be argued that I was Gideon’s motive to kill. And it could be assumed that I was aware of the crime as well. My complete and utter ignorance hadn’t been my only protection; he’d made sure I had an alibi, too. Always protecting me—whatever the cost.


He pulled back. “I put a burner phone in your purse. It’s preprogrammed with a number that will put you in touch with Angus. If you need me for anything, you can reach me that way.”


My hands clenched into fists—I had to reach my boyfriend through his chauffeur. “I hate this.”


“So do I. Clearing my way back to you is my number one priority.”


“Isn’t it dangerous for Angus to be put in the middle?”


“He’s former MI6. Clandestine phone calls are child’s play for him.” He paused, then said, “Full disclosure, Eva: I can track you through the phone and I will.”


“What?” I slid out of bed and stood. My thoughts bounced back and forth between MI6—British secret service!—to geotracking my cell, unsure of what to latch on to first. “No way.”


He stood, too. “If I can’t be with you or talk to you, I at least need to know where you are.”


“Don’t be this way, Gideon.”


His face was composed. “I didn’t have to tell you.”


“Seriously?” I stalked to the closet to grab a robe. “And you said warning someone about ridiculous behavior isn’t an excuse for it.”


“Cut me some slack.”


Glaring at him, I shoved my hands into the sleeves of a red silk dressing gown and yanked the belt into a knot. “No. I think you’re a control freak who likes having me followed.”


He crossed his arms. “I like keeping you alive.”


I froze. After a moment, my brain rewound to look at the events of the last few weeks again—with the addition of Nathan in the picture. Abruptly, everything made sense: the way Gideon had freaked out when I’d tried to walk to work one morning, why Angus had shadowed me around the city every day, Gideon’s fury when he commandeered the elevator I was riding …


All those times I’d almost hated him for being an *, he’d been thinking about keeping me safe from Nathan.


My knees weakened, and I sank inelegantly to the floor.


“Eva.”


“Give me a minute.” I’d figured out a lot of it already during the time we’d been apart. I’d realized Gideon would never allow Nathan to simply stroll into his office with photos of me being abused and violated, then just stroll back out again. Brett Kline had only kissed me and Gideon had beaten him up. Nathan had raped me repeatedly for years and documented it with pictures and video. Gideon’s reaction to meeting Nathan the first time had to have been violent.