"See something you like?" he purred, pleasuring himself.
Astonished that he'd taunt me after denying me, I looked up .
and my breath caught.
Gideon was smoldering, too.
I couldn't think of another word to describe him.
He was watching me with a heavy-lidded gaze like he wanted to eat me alive.
His tongue slid leisurely along the seam of his lips, as if he tasted me.
When he caught the full lower curve between his teeth, I could've sworn I felt it between my legs.
I knew that look so well .
knew what came after it .
knew how ferocious he could be when he wanted me that badly.
It was a look that screamed SEX.
Hard, deep, endless, mind-blowing sex.
He stood on the far side of my shower, his feet planted wide, his ripped body flexing rhythmically as he caressed his beautiful c*ck with long, slow strokes.
I'd never seen anything so blatantly sexual or boldly masculine.
"Oh my God," I breathed, riveted.
"You are so f**king hot."
The gleam in his eyes told me he knew what he was doing to me.
His free hand slid slowly up his ridged abdomen and squeezed his pectoral, making me jealous.
"Could you come watching me?" Realization struck me.
He was afraid to touch me sexually so soon after my nightmare, afraid of what it might do to us if he triggered me.
But he was willing to put on a show for me - inspire me - so I could touch myself.
The surge of emotion I felt in that moment was devastating.
Gratitude and affection, desire and tenderness.
"I love you, Gideon."
His eyes squeezed shut, as if the words were too much for him to take.
When they opened again, the force of his will sent a shiver of need through me.
"Show me."
The wide head of his c*ck was engulfed in his palm.
He squeezed, bringing a flush to his face that had me pressing my thighs together.