"I love him," I said again, with a decisive nod.
Gideon surged to his feet, his grip crushingly tight on my hand.
"If you'll excuse us a minute, Doctor."
Confused and a little worried, I stood and followed him out to the empty reception area.
Dr.
Petersen's receptionist had already gone home, and we were his last appointment of the day.
I knew from my mother that these evening appointments came at a premium.
I was grateful that Gideon was willing to pay for them not once but twice a week.
The door shut behind us, and I faced him.
"Gideon, I swear it's not - " "Hush."
He cupped my face in both hands and kissed me, his mouth moving softly but urgently over mine.
Startled, it took me the length of two heartbeats to slide my hands beneath his jacket and grip his lean waist.
When his tongue stroked deep into my mouth, a low moan escaped me.He pulled back and I looked up at him, seeing the same gorgeous businessman in a dark suit that I'd first met, but the look in his eyes .
My throat burned.
The power and scorching intensity, the hunger and need.
His fingertips brushed over my temples, across my cheeks, down to my throat.
He tilted my jaw up and his lips pressed gently against mine.
He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to.
I got it.
He linked our fingers and led me back inside.
Chapter 9
I hurried through the security turnstiles of the Crossfire and grinned when I saw Cary waiting for me in the lobby.
"Hey, you," I greeted him, admiring how he managed to make worn jeans and a V-neck T-shirt look expensive.
"Hey, stranger."
He held out his hand to me and we stepped out of the building through the side door hand-in- hand.
"You're looking happy."
The noonday heat hit me like a physical barrier.
"Ugh.
It's hot as hell.
Let's pick somewhere close.