He sat in the semidark, bare- chested and beautiful, alone and powerfully self-contained.
As he always did while working, he looked solitary and unreachable.
I felt lonely just looking at him.
The combination of the physical distance caused by my period and Gideon's understandable decision to sleep separately stirred my deepest insecurities, made me want to cling tighter and try harder to keep his attention focused on me.
That he was working instead of spending time with me shouldn't have rankled - I knew how busy he was - but it did.
I felt abandoned and needy, which told me I was regressing into familiar bad patterns.
The simple fact was, Gideon and I were the best and worst things that had ever happened to each other.
He looked up and pinned me with his gaze.
I watched his focus shift from work to me.
"Am I neglecting you, angel?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.
I flushed, wishing he couldn't read me so well.
"I'm sorry to interrupt."
"You should always come to me when you need something."
Pushing his keyboard drawer in, he patted the empty space on the desk in front of him and wheeled his chair back.
"Come sit."
A thrill rushed through me.
I hurried over, making no effort to hide my eagerness.
I hopped onto the desk in front of him and smiled wide when he rolled his chair forward to fill the space between my legs.
Draping his arms over my thighs, he hugged me around the h*ps and said, "I should've explained that I'm trying to clear my schedule so we can take off this weekend."
"Really?" I pushed my fingers through his hair.
"I want you all to myself for a while.
And I really, really need to f**k you for a very long time.
Maybe the whole time."
His eyes closed as I touched him.
"I miss being inside you."
"You're always inside me," I whispered.
His mouth curved in a slow, wicked smile and his eyes opened.
"You're making me hard."
"What's new?" "Everything."
I frowned.