awed by the gorgeousness of the complicated, frustrating, messed-up, sexy-as-sin man I was falling deeper in love with every day.
As we stared at each other, his scowl didn't lessen, nor did he cease speaking to the poor soul on the receiving end of his call, but his gaze warmed from its chilly irritation to scorching heat.
I should've become used to the change that came over him when he looked at me, but it still hit me with a force strong enough to rock me on my feet.
That look conveyed how hard and deep he wanted to fuck me - which he did every chance he got - and it also afforded me a glimpse of his raw, unrelenting force of will.
A core of strength and command marked everything Gideon did in life.
"See you at eight on Saturday," he finished, before yanking off the earpiece and tossing it on his desk.
"Come here, Eva."
Another shiver slid through me at the way he said my name, with the same authoritative bite he used when he said Come, Eva, while I was beneath him .
filled with him .
desperate to climax for him .
"No time for that, ace."
I backed into the hallway, because I was weak where he was concerned.
The soft rasp in his smooth, cultured voice was nearly capable of making me orgasm just listening to it.
And whenever he touched me, I caved.
I hurried to the kitchen to make us some coffee.
He muttered something under his breath and followed me out, his long stride easily gaining on mine.
I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male.
"You know what happens when you run, angel."
Gideon nipped my lower lip with his teeth and then soothed the sting with the caress of his tongue.
"I catch you."
Inside me, something sighed with happy surrender and my body went lax with pleasure at being pressed so close to his.
I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache.
What I felt was lust, but it was also so much more.
Something so precious and profound that Gideon's lust for me wasn't the trigger it would've been with another man.
If anyone else had attempted to subdue me with the weight of his body, I would've freaked out.
But it had never been an issue with Gideon.
He knew what I needed and how much I could take.
The sudden flash of his grin stopped my heart.
Confronted with that breathtaking face framed by that lustrous dark hair, I felt my knees weaken just a little.
He was so polished and urbane except for the decadent length of those silky strands.
He nuzzled his nose against mine.
"You can't smile at me like that, then walk away.
Tell me what you were thinking about when I was on the phone."
My lips twisted wryly.
"How gorgeous you are.
It's sickening how often I think about that.
I need to get over it already."
He cupped the back of my thigh and urged me tighter against him, teasing me with an expert roll of his hips against mine.
He was outrageously gifted in bed.
And he knew it.
"Damned if I'll let you."
"Oh?" Heat slid sinuously through my veins, my body too greedy for the feel of his.
"You can't tell me you want another starry-eyed woman hanging on you, Mr.
Hates-Exaggerated- Expectations."
"What I want," he purred, cupping my jaw and rubbing my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, "is you being too busy thinking about me to think about anyone else."
I pulled in a slow and shaky breath.
I was completely seduced by the smoldering look in his eyes, the provocative tone of his voice, the heat of his body, and the mouthwatering scent of his skin.
He was my drug, and I had no desire to kick the habit.
"Gideon," I breathed, entranced.
With a soft groan, he sealed his chiseled mouth over mine, stealing away thoughts of what time it was with a lush, deep kiss .
a kiss that almost succeeded in distracting me from seeing the insecurity he'd just revealed.
I pushed my fingers into his hair to hold him still and kissed him back, my tongue sliding along his, stroking.
We'd been a couple for such a short period of time.
Less than a month.
Worse, neither of us knew how to have a relationship like the one we were attempting to build - a relationship in which we refused to pretend we weren't both seriously broken.
His arms banded around me and tightened possessively.
"I wanted to spend the weekend with you down in the Florida Keys - naked."
"Umm, sounds nice."
More than nice.
As big of a