Reflected in You(22)

His lips touched mine, softly.


Lightly.


"I know today was all kinds of f*cked up.


Shit .


the whole week.


It's been hard for me, too."


"I know."


I hugged him, pressing my cheek to his heart.


He was so solid and strong.


I loved the way I felt when I was in his arms.


He was already thick and hard between us, but he grew more so as I cuddled into him.


"Eva ."


He cleared his throat.


"Let me finish, angel."


I nipped his jaw with my teeth and reached down to grip his perfect ass, tugging him tighter against me.


"Why don't you get started instead?" "That isn't where this was headed."


As if it could've ended any other way when we were both naked and running our hands all over each other.


Gideon could put his hand to the small of my back while we were walking and make me as needy as if he'd put his hand between my legs.


"Well .


revisit and revise, ace."


Gideon's hands came up and gripped the sides of my throat, his thumbs beneath my chin to push it up.


His frown gave him away, and before he could tell me why it wasn't a good idea to make love now, I caught his cock in my hands.


He growled, his hips jerking.


"Eva ."


"It would be a shame to waste this."


"I can't screw this up with you."


His eyes were dark as sapphires.


"If you ever freaked out while I was touching you, I'd lose my mind."


"Gideon, please - " "I say when."


The command in his voice was unmistakable.


My grip loosened automatically.


He stepped back and away, his hand dropping to fist his cock.


I shifted restlessly, my attention riveted to that dexterous hand and its long, elegant fingers.


As the distance between us widened, I began to ache, my body responding to the loss of his.


The heated languidness he'd instilled with his touch turned into a slow burn, as if he'd banked a fire that had suddenly been stoked.


"See something you like?" he purred, pleasuring himself.


Astonished that he'd taunt me after denying me, I looked up .


and my breath caught.


Gideon was smoldering, too.


I couldn't think of another word to describe him.


He was watching me with a heavy-lidded gaze like he wanted to eat me alive.


His tongue slid leisurely along the seam of his lips, as if he tasted me.


When he caught the full lower curve between his teeth, I could've sworn I felt it between my legs.


I knew that look so well .


knew what came after it .


knew how ferocious he could be when he wanted me that badly.


It was a look that screamed SEX.


Hard, deep, endless, mind-blowing sex.


He stood on the far side of my shower, his feet planted wide, his ripped body flexing rhythmically as he caressed his beautiful cock with long, slow strokes.


I'd never seen anything so blatantly sexual or boldly masculine.


"Oh my God," I breathed, riveted.


"You are so f*cking hot."


The gleam in his eyes told me he knew what he was doing to me.


His free hand slid slowly up his ridged abdomen and squeezed his pectoral, making me jealous.


"Could you come watching me?" Realization struck me.


He was afraid to touch me sexually so soon after my nightmare, afraid of what it might do to us if he triggered me.


But he was willing to put on a show for me  - inspire me - so I could touch myself.


The surge of emotion I felt in that moment was devastating.


Gratitude and affection, desire and tenderness.


"I love you, Gideon."


His eyes squeezed shut, as if the words were too much for him to take.


When they opened again, the force of his will sent a shiver of need through me.


"Show me."


The wide head of his cock was engulfed in his palm.


He squeezed, bringing a flush to his face that had me pressing my thighs together.


His thumb rubbed over the flat disk of his nipple.


Once.


Twice.


He groaned a rough sound of delight that had me salivating.


The water pounding at my back and the billowing steam that plumed between us only added to the eroticism of the picture he presented.


His hand quickened, sliding rhythmically up and down.


He was so long and thick.


Undeniably virile.


Unable to bear the ache of my tightened nipples, I cupped my breasts and squeezed.


"There you go, angel.


Show me what I do to you."


There was a moment in which I wondered if I could.