His smile widened and my insides melted. "Do you have any idea how crazy I am about you?" he murmured.
"You're crazy all right, if you think I'm going to put up with being ordered around, especially sexually."
"Come on, Eva. You know I don't want to beat you, punish you, hurt you, demean you, or order you around like a pet. Those aren't needs either of us has." Straightening, Gideon leaned forward and placed his elbows on the desktop. "You're the most important thing in my life. I treasure you. I want to protect you and make you feel safe. That's why we're talking about this."
God. How could he be so wonderful and so insane at the same time? "I don't need to be dominated!"
"What you need is someone to trust - No. Close your mouth, Eva. You'll wait until I'm finished."
My protest spluttered into silence.
"You've asked me to reacquaint your body with acts previously used to hurt and terrorize you. I can't tell you what your trust means to me or what it would do to me if I broke that trust. I can't risk it, Eva. We have to do this right."
I crossed my arms. "I guess I'm dumber than bricks. I thought our sex life was rockin'."
Setting his glass down, Gideon kept going as if I hadn't spoken. "You asked me to meet a need of yours today and I agreed. Now we need to - "
"If I'm not what you want, just spit it out!" I set the picture frame and my glass down before I did something with them I'd regret. "Don't try and pretty it up with - "
He was around the desk and on me before I could stumble back more than a couple steps. His mouth sealed over mine, his arms caged me. As he'd done earlier, he carried me to a wall and restrained me against it, his hands banding my wrists and lifting them high above my head.
Trapped, I could nothing as he bent his knees and stroked my cleft with the rigid length of his erection. Once, twice. Silk rasped against my swollen clit. The bite of his teeth on my covered nipple sent a shiver through me, while the clean scent of his warm skin intoxicated me. With a gasp, I sagged into his embrace.
"See how easily you submit when I take over?" His lips followed the arch of my brow. "And it feels good doesn't it? It feels right."
"That's not fair." I stared up at him. How could he expect me to respond any differently? As disturbed and confounded as I was, I was helplessly drawn to him.
"Of course it is. It's also true."
My gaze roamed over that glorious mane of inky hair and the chiseled lines of his incomparable face. The longing I felt was so acute it was painful. The hidden damage inside him only made me love him more. There were times when I felt like I'd found the other half of myself in him.
"I can't help it that you turn me on," I muttered, "My body is physiologically supposed to soften and relax, so you can shove that big c*ck inside me."
"Eva. Let's be honest. You want me to have total control. It's important to you that you can trust me to take care of you. There's nothing wrong with that. The reverse is true for me - I need you to trust me enough to give up that control."
I couldn't think when he was pressed up against me, my body achingly aware of every hard inch of him. "I am not submissive."
"You are with me. If you look back, you'll see you've been yielding to me all along."
"You're good in bed! And have more experience. Of course I let you do what you want to me." I bit my lower lip to stop it from quivering. "I'm sorry I haven't been as exciting for you."
"Bullshit, Eva. You know how much I enjoy making love to you. If I could get away with it, I'd do nothing else. We're not talking about games that get me off."
"Then we're talking about what gets me off? Is that what this is?"
"Yes. I thought so." He frowned. "You're upset. I didn't mean - Damn it. I thought discussing this would help us."
"Gideon." My eyes stung, then flooded with tears. He looked as wounded and confused as I felt. "You're breaking my heart."
Releasing my wrists, he stepped back and swept me up in his arms, carrying me out of his office and down the hallway to a closed door. "Turn the knob," he said quietly.
We entered a candlelit room that still smelled faintly of new paint. For a few seconds I was disoriented, unable to comprehend how we'd stepped out of Gideon's apartment and into my bedroom.
"I don't understand." A serious understatement, but my brain was still trying to get past the feeling of being teleported from one residence to another. "You...moved me in with you?"
"Not quite." He set me down, but kept an arm around me. "I recreated your room based on the photo I took of you sleeping."
"Why?"