Sadly, I could, recalling times when I’d dropped to my knees for a guy just to shut off my brain for a while. I needed the distraction of focusing on someone else, and using my dick was too much involvement. I didn’t want to even think, let alone feel anything. “There were times when I couldn’t stand to be alone with myself, but I didn’t want to talk. “Maybe it’s better I don’t hear any more.” He’d given it up, thank God, but I’d never forget it. I thought of his fuck pad, a stocked-with-sexual-paraphernalia suite reserved in one of his many hospitality properties.
So let me be clear: I took women to the hotel, but I didn’t always nail them. I didn’t think that distinction would be appreciated when answering the question. Petersen asked about sexual encounters, Eva,” he said flatly, “which isn’t necessarily fucking, as far as I’m concerned. “I just wanted to warn you that she’s digging. I had no idea how long we’d have to keep up the charade or when I’d get to be with him again. Once the sun came up, we’d be right back to pretending we weren’t together. “No, we don’t,” I said softly, turning onto my side and reaching over to place my hand on his chest. I didn’t want to fight with him, especially over the past. His body language was so tight and defensive that my irritation with his evasiveness left me in a rush.
Rolling to his back, he scowled at the ceiling. Petersen you’ve been getting laid twice a week. “You told me you’ve had more sex since you met me than you’ve had in the last two years combined, but you told Dr. And what you should be focused on is the fact that I’m about to fuck you.”Ĭertainty settled in my gut. “Why is she so interested? She’s a freelancer. Gideon blinked, and in that split second, the warmth in his eyes was gone. Deanna Johnson was here tonight.” The moment the words left my mouth I regretted the wall they put up between us. “We need time together when we aren’t looking over our shoulders.” He caught my wrist and pulled my fingers to his mouth for a kiss. He sometimes lashed out in his sleep, and if I was too close, I took the brunt of the simmering rage inside him. I stroked his hair, knowing he was right, that his nightmares and atypical sexual parasomnia made sleeping with him dangerous. “I shouldn’t have fallen asleep,” he said quietly. I sighed, feeling some of the fearful hesitation easing. His warm, hard body felt so good against mine. “You have it.” His arms tucked against my sides and his legs tangled with mine, the coarse hair on his calves stimulating my hypersensitive skin. I looked up at him, admiring the way his dark hair framed that extraordinary face. “I’m filthy rich, but you just want me for my body.” “Shut up.” He rolled over and dragged me under him before I knew his intent. “You’re a delicious extravagance for a woman, you know. He was lightning in a bottle, a dream I tried to hold in my hands. I was constantly worried that I wouldn’t be able to hold on to him. My chest tightened with terrible yearning. “For your convenience, I’m already unwrapped. “Waking up to you is like … presents on Christmas morning.” “And that would be because you’re so extremely fuckable,” I shot back. “Hmm … You’re wearing the fuck-me look,” he drawled. He gave me a lazily seductive once-over that made my heart skip a beat. His eyes opened, stunning me with those vivid blue irises. I had no defenses against him when he was touching me, helpless to resist the drugging pleasure of spreading my thighs for such a virile, passionate male. For all his polished urbanity, Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me. My legs shifted restlessly, my body stirring with renewed hunger. I’d gripped his ass, too, insanely turned on by the feel of it clenching and releasing as he fucked me tirelessly, stroking his long, thick cock deep inside me. His arms were wrapped around his pillow, showing off chiseled biceps and a muscular back adorned with scratches and crescent marks from my nails. Shifting carefully, I propped my head on my hand and studied the decadent man who graced my bed.
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