I'd been too awed by the building to take note of the sleek vehicle when I arrived, but I had noticed it when I left.
"You hit me the instant I saw you," he said gruffly.
"I couldn't look away.
I wanted you immediately.
Excessively.
Almost violently."
How could I not have known that there'd been more to our first meeting than I'd realized? I thought we'd stumbled across each other by accident.
But he'd been leaving for the day .
which meant he had deliberately backtracked inside.
For me.
"You stopped right next to the Bentley," he went on, "and your head tilted back.
You were looking up at the building and I pictured you on your knees, looking up at me that same way."
The low growl in Gideon's voice had me squirming in his lap.
"What way?" I whispered, mesmerized by the fire in his eyes.
"With excitement.
A little awe .
a little intimidation."
Cupping my rear, he urged me tighter against him.
"There was no way to stop myself from following you inside.
And there you were, right where I'd wanted you, damn near kneeling in front of me.
In that minute, I had a half dozen fantasies about what I was going to do to you when I got you na**d."
I swallowed, remembering my similar reaction to him.
"Looking at you for the first time made me think about sex.
Screaming, sheet-clawing sex."
"I saw that."
His hands slid up either side of my spine.
"And I knew you saw me, too.
Saw what I am .
what I have inside me.
You saw right through me."