![]() ![]() Tilting my head to the angle he wanted, Gideon took my mouth with searing possession, tasting me with slow, deep licks. He was shaking, and I cried, overwhelmed by the knowledge of how much he needed me. “Angel.” He reached me with quick strides, dropping his keys on the floor and shoving both hands into my damp hair. “I love you,” I told him, my eyes stinging with fresh tears. His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him. If being glad the fucker was dead made me twisted, so be it. Then I remembered my stepbrother’s hands all over me … his weight pressing me into the mattress … the tearing pain between my legs as he rammed into me over and over … Did my gratitude mean I was more twisted than I realized? He must’ve been so worried about how I would react to what he’d done for me. The tension in his posture visibly eased. My tongue darted out to wet my dry lips and he growled, sending a shiver through me. I feel like my fucking sanity depends on you, Eva, and you want me to be happy about that?” I feared what would happen if he came at me full force when I was so starved for his body. I’d take him any way I could get him, but it’d been so long … My skin was already tingling and tightening expectantly, craving the greedy reverence of his touch. I loved him wild, and I loved him tender. “You don’t have to sound so happy about it,” I teased breathlessly, trying to lighten his mood before he got me beneath him. My core tightened in response to the roughness of his voice, the rasp of it warm and luxurious. I waited in exquisite anticipation for his cue. But he was too still, too tightly reined. I fought the urge to run into his arms, the place where I so desperately wanted to be. We’d mistaken our ferocious mutual captivation for lust until we realized we couldn’t breathe without each other. It’d been that way with us from the very first meeting, both of us inexorably drawn together. Even though he stood several feet away, I could feel the heady attraction, the magnetic pull of being near the other half of my soul. My chest expanded on a deep breath, my body responding to the proximity of his. I’d once thought of him as a sex god, and his frequent-and enthusiastic-displays of prowess constantly proved me right, but I also knew he was all too human. Gideon Cross was an impossibly gorgeous man, so beautiful that people stopped and stared when he walked by. They stared at me fiercely, his sensual lips drawn into a grim line. A Yankees ball cap was pulled low over his brow, but the shadow cast by its brim did nothing to diminish the striking blue of his eyes. He wore black sweats and a well-loved Columbia sweatshirt, a combination that made him look like the twenty-eight-year-old man he was and not the billionaire mogul the rest of the world knew. My gaze drank him in, roaming avidly over his lean, broad-shouldered frame. That didn’t stop me from being thrilled that he was. “It’s dangerous for you to be here,” I pointed out. Getting to me without leaving a trail that could be followed was possible with that advantage … just as he’d been able to get to Nathan. ![]() I’d given him a key, but he owned the building. It felt like years since I’d last been with him, instead of a mere hour. My breath caught and my heart lurched into an excited rhythm, my entire being responding to the sight of him with a potent rush of yearning. The sight of him spurred a reaction so abrupt it was like a physical blow. Gideon stood just inside my closed bedroom door. Wrapping a towel around me, I left the bathroom. ![]()
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