"I'm not going anywhere, Eva."
Gideon cupped my jaw in his hands and stared into my eyes, showing me the intensity and laser focus that had snared me from the first.
"If you wanted him, it wouldn't be enough for me to let you go.
I want you too much.
I want you with me, in my life, in my bed.
If I can have that, nothing else matters.
I'm not too proud to take what I can get."
I swayed into him, drawn to his obsessive and insatiable raw need for me, which reflected the depth of my need for him.
My hand fisted in the cotton of his T-shirt.
"Angel," he breathed, lowering his head to press his cheek to mine.
"You can't let me go, either."
He swept me up in his arms and carried me into the bathroom with him.
Chapter 11
I reclined with my eyes closed, my back cradled against Gideon's chest, listening to the sound of lapping water as his hands glided lazily over me in the claw-foot tub.
He'd washed my hair and then my body, pampering me, spoiling me.
I knew he was making up for last night and the method he'd used to get me to face the truth - a truth he'd clearly known but needed me to see as well.
How did he know me so well .
better than I knew myself? "Tell me about him," he murmured, his arms wrapping around my waist.
I took a deep breath.
I'd been waiting for him to ask about Brett.
I knew Gideon well, too.
"First, tell me if he's okay."
There was a pause before he answered.
"There's no permanent damage.
Would you care if there was?" "Of course I'd care."
I heard his teeth grind.
"I want to know about you two," he demanded tightly.
"No."
"Eva ."
"Don't take that tone with me, Gideon.