I wanted him.
I wanted him inside me.
Filling me.
Completing me.
I'd been so empty without him.
He took a deep shuddering breath.
His fingers flexed restlessly between mine, as if he wanted to touch me elsewhere but restrained himself.
I felt the ring I'd given him digging into my flesh.
I turned my head to look at it and tensed when I saw it, confused and agonized.
"Why?" I whispered.
"What do you want from me? An orgasm? You want to f**k me, Gideon? Is that it? Blow your load inside me?" His breath hissed out at having those crude words thrown back in his face.
"Don't."
"Don't call it what it is?" I closed my eyes.
"Fine.
Just do it.
But don't put that ring on and act like this is something it's not."
"I never take it off.
I won't.
Ever."
His right hand released mine and he reached into his pocket.
I watched as he slid the ring he'd given me back onto my finger, and then he lifted my hand to his mouth.
He kissed it, then pressed his lips - quick, hard, angry - to my temple.
"Wait," he snapped.
Then he was gone.
The car began its descent.
My right hand curled into a fist and I backed away from the wall, breathing hard.
Wait.
For what?
Chapter 18
When I exited the elevator on the twentieth floor, I was dry-eyed and determined.