Reflected in You(41)

Our relationship was swiftly becoming a minefield of words left unsaid and secrets not shared.


"Okay."


"I need it, Eva.


You and me with no drama."


His wet fingertips brushed across my cheek.


"Give me that.


Please.


Then give me a kiss."


Turning around, I straddled his hips and cupped his face in my hands.


I angled my head to find the perfect approach and pressed my lips to his.


I started out soft and slow, licking and suckling.


I tugged on his bottom lip, then coaxed him to forget our problems with teasing strokes of my tongue along his.


"Kiss me, damn it," he growled, his hands bracketing my spine and kneading restlessly.


"Kiss me like you love me."


"I do," I promised, breathing the words into him.


"I can't help it."


"Angel."


Pushing his hands into my damp hair, he held me how he wanted me and kissed me senseless.


* * *


After dinner, Gideon worked in bed, propping his back against my headboard and his laptop on a lap desk.


I sprawled on the bed on my belly, facing the TV and kicking my feet in the air.


"Do you know every line in this movie?" he asked, luring me to turn my attention away from Ghostbusters to look at him.


He wore black boxer briefs and nothing else.


I loved that I got to see him that way - relaxed, comfortable, intimate.


I wondered if Corinne had ever seen this view.


If so, I could imagine her desperation to see it again, because I was desperate to never lose the privilege.


"Maybe," I conceded.


"And you have to say them all aloud?" "Got a problem with that, ace?" "No."


Amusement lit his eyes and curved his mouth.


"How many times have you seen it?" "A gazillion times."


I curved around and rose up on my hands and knees.


"Want more?" A dark winged brow rose.


"Are you the keymaster?" I purred, crawling forward.


"Angel, when you're looking at me like that, I'm whatever you want me to be."


I looked at him beneath lowered eyelids and breathed, "Do you want this body?" Grinning, he set his lap desk aside.


"All the damn time."


Straddling his legs, I climbed his torso.


I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and growled, "Kiss me, subcreature."


"That's not how that line goes.


And what happened to me being a pleasure god? Now I'm a subcreature?" I pressed my cleft against the hard ridge of his cock and rolled my hips.


"You're whatever I want you to be, remember?" Gideon gripped my rib cage and tipped his head back.


"And what's that?" "Mine."


I nipped his throat with my teeth.


"All mine."


* * *


I couldn't breathe.


I tried to scream, but something blocked my nose .


covered my mouth.


A high-pitched moan was the only sound to escape, my frantic calls for help trapped inside my mind.


Get off me.


Stop it! Don't touch me.


Oh, God .


please don't do that to me.


Where was Mama? Ma-ma! Nathan's hand covered my mouth, mashing my lips.


The weight of his body pressed down on me, squashing my head into the pillow.


The more I fought, the more excited he became.


Panting like the animal he was, he lunged into me, over and over .


trying to shove himself into me.


My panties were in the way, protecting me from the tearing pain I'd lived through too many times to count.


As if he'd read my mind, he growled in my ear, "You haven't felt pain yet.


But you will."


I froze.


Awareness hit me like a bucket of ice water.


I knew that voice.


Gideon.


No! My blood roared in my ears.


Sickness spread through my gut.


Bile flooded my mouth.


It was worse, so much worse, when the person trying to rape you was someone you trusted with everything you had.


Fear and fury blended in a potent rush.


In a moment of clarity, I heard Parker's barked commands.


I remembered the basics.


I attacked the man I loved, the man whose nightmares blended with mine in the most horrific way.


We were both sexual-abuse survivors, but in my dreams I was still a victim.


In his, he'd become the aggressor, viciously determined to inflict the same agony and humiliation on his attacker as he himself had suffered.


My stiffened fingers rammed into Gideon's throat.


He reared back with a curse and shifted, and I slammed my knee between his legs.