"You're so positive you're right." My gaze narrowed. "You're trying to prove a point."
"And you might prove yours." Gideon licked his lower lip and my sex clenched in silent demand.
There was a brilliant depth of emotion in his eyes. Whatever else was going on in our relationship, there was no doubt we were seriously twisted up over each other.
And I was about to demonstrate that in the flesh.
Gideon's neck arched as my mouth moved over his torso. "Oh, Eva."
"Your world's about to be rocked, Mr. Cross."
It was. I made sure of it.
Feeling goofy with feminine triumph, I sat at Gideon's dining table and remembered him as he'd been just a short time ago - damp with sweat and panting, cursing as I took my time savoring his luscious body.
He swallowed a bite of his steak, which had been kept hot courtesy of a warming drawer, and said calmly, "You're insatiable."
"Well, duh. You're gorgeous, sexy, and very well-hung."
"I'm glad you approve. I'm also extremely wealthy."
I waved one hand carelessly, encompassing the whole of what had to be a fifty-million-dollar apartment. "Who cares about that?"
"Well, I do, actually." His mouth curved.
I stabbed my fork into a German fried potato, thinking that Peter Luger food was almost as good as sex. Almost. "I'm interested in your money only if it means you can afford to stop working in favor of lounging around na**d as my sex slave."
"I could afford to financially, yes. But you'd get bored and dump me, then where would I be?" His look was warmly amused. "Think you proved your point, do you?"
I chewed, and then said, "Should I prove it again?"
"The fact that you're still horny enough to want to proves my point."
"Hmm." I drank my wine. "Are you projecting?"
He shot me a look and casually chewed another bite of the tenderest steak I'd ever had.
Restless and worried, I took a deep breath and asked, "Would you tell me if our sex life didn't satisfy you?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Eva."
What else could have prompted him to bring this up after our four-day breakup? "I'm sure it doesn't help that I'm not the type you usually go for. And we haven't used any of those toys you had in the hotel - "
"Stop talking."
"Excuse me?"
Gideon set his utensils down. "I'm not going to listen to you shred your self-esteem."
"What? You're the only one who gets to do all the talking?"
"You can pick a fight with me, Eva, but it's still not going to get you f**ked."
"Who said - " I shut up when he glared. He was right. I still wanted him. I wanted him on top of me, explosively lustful, completely in control of both my pleasure and his.
Pushing away from the table, he said curtly, "Wait here."
When he returned a moment later, he set a black leather ring box beside my plate and resumed his seat. The sight of it hit me like a physical blow. Fear struck me first, icy cold. Followed swiftly by a longing that was white-hot.