Reflected in You(109)

I continued talking to my co-workers, forcing myself to focus on the discussion of furniture and the compromises necessary for cohabiting with someone of the opposite sex.


As the car continued its ascent and frequent stops, the number of people in the car dwindled.


I was acutely attuned to where Gideon was, aware that he never took elevators this crowded, suspecting and hoping and praying that he'd just wanted to see me, be with me, even if it was only in this terribly impersonal way.


When we arrived on the twentieth floor, I took a deep breath and prepared to step out, hating the inevitable separation from the one thing in the world that made me feel truly alive.


The doors opened.


"Wait."


My eyes closed.


I was stopped by the softly rasped command.


I knew I should keep going as if I hadn't heard him.


I knew it was just going to hurt so much worse if I gave him any more of myself, even a minute more of my life.


But how could I possibly resist? I'd never been able to when it came to Gideon.


I stepped aside so that my co- workers could exit.


Will frowned when I didn't follow, confused, but Megumi tugged him out.


The doors closed.


I moved into the corner, my heart pounding.


Gideon waited on the opposite side, radiating expectation and demand.


As we climbed to the top floor, my body responded to his near- tangible need.


My breasts swelled and became heavy; my sex grew slick and swollen.


I was greedy for him.


Needful.


My breathing quickened.


He hadn't even touched me and I was nearly panting with desire.


The elevator glided to a stop.


Gideon pulled the key out of his pocket and plugged it into the panel, suspending the car.


Then he came to me.There were only inches between us.


I kept my head bowed and stared at his gleaming oxfords.


I heard his breathing, deep and quick like mine.


I smelled the subtly masculine scent of his skin, and my pulse leaped.


"Turn around, Eva."


A shiver moved through me at the familiar and beloved authoritative tone.


Closing my eyes, I turned, then gasped as he immediately pressed against my back, flattening me to the wall of the car.


His fingers linked with mine, holding my hands up by my shoulders.


"You're so beautiful," he breathed, nuzzling into my hair.


"It hurts to look at you."


"Gideon.


What are you doing?" I felt his hunger pouring off him, enveloping me.


His powerful frame was hard and hot, and vibrating with tension.


He was aroused, his thick cock a firm pressure I couldn't stop myself from grinding into.


I wanted him.


I wanted him inside me.


Filling me.


Completing me.


I'd been so empty without him.


He took a deep shuddering breath.


His fingers flexed restlessly between mine, as if he wanted to touch me elsewhere but restrained himself.


I felt the ring I'd given him digging into my flesh.


I turned my head to look at it and tensed when I saw it, confused and agonized.


"Why?" I whispered.


"What do you want from me? An orgasm? You want to f*ck me, Gideon? Is that it? Blow your load inside me?" His breath hissed out at having those crude words thrown back in his face.


"Don't."


"Don't call it what it is?" I closed my eyes.


"Fine.


Just do it.


But don't put that ring on and act like this is something it's not."


"I never take it off.


I won't.


Ever."


His right hand released mine and he reached into his pocket.


I watched as he slid the ring he'd given me back onto my finger, and then he lifted my hand to his mouth.


He kissed it, then pressed his lips - quick, hard, angry - to my temple.


"Wait," he snapped.


Then he was gone.


The car began its descent.


My right hand curled into a fist and I backed away from the wall, breathing hard.


Wait.


For what?



Chapter 18


When I exited the elevator on the twentieth floor, I was dry-eyed and determined.


Megumi buzzed me through the security doors and pushed to her feet.


"Is everything all right?" I stopped by her desk.


"I have no f*cking clue.


That man is a total head trip."


Her brows rose.


"Keep me posted."


"I should just write a book," I muttered, resuming my walk back to my cubicle and wondering why in hell everyone was so interested in my dating life.


When I got to my desk, I dropped my purse in the drawer and sat down to call Cary.