"Trust me."
"You have to trust me back."
Folding over me, he pressed his lips softly to mine.
"Don't you know, angel?" he breathed.
"There's no one I trust more."
Sliding my arms beneath his jacket, I hugged him, soaking up the warmth of his lean, hard body.
I couldn't help but worry that we were beginning to drift from one another.
Gideon pressed the advantage, his tongue dipping into my mouth, lightly touching and teasing mine with velvet licks.
Deceptively unhurried.
I sought a deeper contact, needing more.
Always more.
Hating that aside from this, he gave me so little of himself.
He groaned into my mouth, an erotic sound of pleasure and need that vibrated through me.
Tilting his head, he sealed those beautifully sculpted lips over mine.
The kiss deepened, our tongues stroking, our breaths quickening.
The arm he'd banded beneath my back tightened, pulling me closer.
His other hand slid beneath my shirt, cradling my spine in his warm palm.
His fingertips flexed, gentling me even as the kiss grew wild.
I arched into the caress, needing the reassurance of his touch against my bare skin.
"Gideon ."
For the first time, our physical closeness wasn't enough to calm the desperate wanting inside me.
"Shh," he soothed.
"I'm here.
Not going anywhere."
Closing my eyes, I buried my face in his neck, wondering if we'd both be too stubborn and stay, even if it turned out that it would be best to let go.
Chapter 4
I woke with a cry that was muffled by the sweaty palm mashed over my mouth.
A crushing weight cut off my air as another hand shoved up beneath my nightgown, groping and bruising.
Panic gripped me and I thrashed, my legs kicking frantically.
No .