I backed into the hallway, because I was weak where he was concerned.
The soft rasp in his smooth, cultured voice was nearly capable of making me orgasm just listening to it.
And whenever he touched me, I caved.
I hurried to the kitchen to make us some coffee.
He muttered something under his breath and followed me out, his long stride easily gaining on mine.
I found myself pinned to the hallway wall by six feet, two inches of hard, hot male.
"You know what happens when you run, angel."
Gideon nipped my lower lip with his teeth and then soothed the sting with the caress of his tongue.
"I catch you."
Inside me, something sighed with happy surrender and my body went lax with pleasure at being pressed so close to his.
I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache.
What I felt was lust, but it was also so much more.
Something so precious and profound that Gideon's lust for me wasn't the trigger it would've been with another man.
If anyone else had attempted to subdue me with the weight of his body, I would've freaked out.
But it had never been an issue with Gideon.
He knew what I needed and how much I could take.
The sudden flash of his grin stopped my heart.
Confronted with that breathtaking face framed by that lustrous dark hair, I felt my knees weaken just a little.
He was so polished and urbane except for the decadent length of those silky strands.
He nuzzled his nose against mine.
"You can't smile at me like that, then walk away.
Tell me what you were thinking about when I was on the phone."
My lips twisted wryly.
"How gorgeous you are.
It's sickening how often I think about that.
I need to get over it already."
He cupped the back of my thigh and urged me tighter against him, teasing me with an expert roll of his h*ps against mine.
He was outrageously gifted in bed.
And he knew it.
"Damned if I'll let you."