He slowly closed the distance between us. There was no mistaking the danger inherent in the way he stalked me. It was visible in the set of his shoulders and the gleam in his eyes. I might’ve been more worried if the sinuousness of his stride hadn’t been so blatantly sexual. “You on your period?”
I nodded.
“Then I’ll just have to come in your mouth.”
My brows rose. “Is that right?”
“Oh, yeah.” His mouth curved. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll take care of you first.”
He lunged and caught me up, surging into the bedroom and toppling us onto the bed. I gasped and his mouth was on mine, the kiss deep and ravenous. I was swept away by his passion and the beloved feel of his weight pressing me into the mattress. He smelled so good. His skin was so warm.
“I missed you,” I moaned, wrapping my arms and legs around him. “Even though you’re seriously irritating sometimes.”
Gideon growled. “You’re the most exasperating, infuriating woman I’ve ever met.”
“Yeah, well, you pissed me off. I’m not a possession. You can’t—”
“Yes, you are.” He nipped my earlobe with his teeth, causing a sharp sting that made me cry out. “And yes, I can.”
“Then you are, too. And I can, too.”
“So you demonstrated. Have any idea how difficult it is to do business with someone when they can’t get within three feet of you?”
I froze, because I’d made the three-feet rule applicable only to women. “Why would someone need to be that close to you?”
“To point out areas of interest on design schematics spread out in front of me and to fit alongside me within camera range for a teleconference—two things you made very difficult.” Lifting his head, he looked down at me. “I was working. You were playing.”
“I don’t care. If it’s good for me, it’s good for you.” But I was secretly pleased that Gideon had put up with the inconvenience, just as I had.
Reaching down, he caught me by the back of the thigh and yanked my legs wider apart. “You’re not going to get a hundred percent equality in this relationship.”
“The hell I’m not.”
His hips settled into the opening he’d made. He rocked against me, rubbing the thick ridge of his erection against my sex. “You’re not,” he repeated, his hands pushing into my hair to grip my scalp and hold me in place.
Rolling his hips, he massaged my hypersensitive clit. The seam of his jeans was in the perfect place to stir my ever-simmering lust for him. Arousal spiked in my blood. “Stop it. I can’t think when you do that.”
“Don’t think. Just listen, Eva. Who I am and what I’ve built makes me a target. You know the score, because you know what it’s like to live with wealth and the attention it attracts.”
“The guy at the bar wasn’t a threat.”
“That’s debatable.”
Irritation burned through me. It was the perceived lack of trust that bugged me, mostly because he didn’t trust me with whatever secrets he was keeping, and I was dealing with that. “Get off me.”
“I’m comfortable right here.” He hitched his hips, rubbing against me.
“I’m pissed at you.”
“I can tell.” He didn’t stop moving. “That won’t stop you from coming.”
I shoved at his hips, but he was too heavy to budge. “I can’t when I’m mad!”
“Prove it.”
He was way too smug, which made my anger swell. Since I couldn’t turn my head, I closed my eyes, shutting him out. He didn’t care. He kept on flexing against me. The clothes between us and the lack of penetration made me even more aware of the elegant fluidity of his body.
The man knew how to fuck.
Gideon didn’t just shove his big dick in and out of a woman. He worked her with it, exploiting friction, changing angles and depth of penetration. The nuances of his skill were lost when I was writhing beneath him and focused only on the sensations he stoked in my body. But I felt them all now.
I fought against the pleasure, but I couldn’t stifle a moan.
“That’s it, angel,” he coaxed. “Feel how hard I am for you? Feel what you do to me?”
“Don’t use sex to punish me,” I complained, my heels digging into the mattress.
He stilled for a moment, and then his mouth was suckling at my throat, his body undulating as if he were fucking me through our clothes. “I’m not mad, angel.”
“Whatever. You’re pushing me around.”
“And you’re driving me insane. You know what happened when I realized what you’d done?”
I glared at him through slitted eyes. “What?”
“I got hard.”
My eyes opened wide.
“Inconveniently and publicly.” He cupped my breast in his hand, his thumb stroking over the hardened point of my nipple. “I had to drag out a finished discussion while I waited for it to go down. It turns me on when you challenge me, Eva.” His voice lowered and became raspier, dripping with sex and sin. “It makes me want to fuck you. For a very, very long time.”
“God.” My hips pumped upward, my core tightening with the need to come.
“And since I can’t,” he purred, “I’m going to get you off like this, then watch you return the favor with your mouth.”
A whimper escaped me, my mouth watering at the promise of pleasing him that way. He was always so attuned to me when we made love. The only time he really let go and focused on his own pleasure was when I went down on him.
“That’s it,” he murmured, “keep rubbing your cunt against me like that. Christ, you’re so damn hot.”
“Gideon.” My hands were gliding all over his flexing back and buttocks, my body arching and grinding into his. I came with a long and drawn-out moan, the tension breaking in a rush of relief.
His mouth covered mine, drinking in the sounds I made as I shivered beneath him. I clutched his hair, kissing him back.
He rolled us so that he was beneath me, his hands going to his button fly and ripping it open. “Now, Eva.”
I scrambled down the bed, as eager to taste him as he was to have me do so. The moment he shoved his boxer briefs down, I had his penis in my hands, my lips flowing over the wide crest.
Groaning, Gideon grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his head. My gaze met his and I pulled him deeper.
“Yes,” he hissed, the fingers of his right hand tangling in my hair. “Suck it hard and fast; I want to come.”
I breathed in the scent of him, feeling the satiny softness of his heated flesh on my tongue. Then I took him at his word.
Hollowing my cheeks, I took him to the back of my throat, then pulled up to the crown. Over and over. Focusing on suction and speed, as greedy for his orgasm as he was, spurred by the abandoned sounds he made and the sight of his fingers clawing restlessly at the comforter. His hips churned, his hand in my hair guiding my pace.
“Ah, God.” He watched me with dark, hot eyes. “I love the way you suck me off. Like you can’t get enough.”
I couldn’t. I didn’t think I ever could. His pleasure meant so much to me, because it was real and raw. For him, sex had always been staged and methodical. He couldn’t hold back with me because he wanted me beyond reason. Two days without me and he was . . . undone.