Entwined With You

pushed his shirt apart, exposing his warm, firm skin.
    Remembering how he reacted after the first time we’d had sex, I could imagine how he’d handled Deanna. With me, he’d immediately shut down and shut me out, leaving me feeling used and worthless.He’d fought to win me back after that, but the reporter hadn’t been so lucky.
    “You don’t want to lead her on with any contact,” I summed up. “She’s probably still digging on you.”
    “I doubt that. I don’t think I said more than a dozen words to her altogether.”
    “You were an ass to me, too. I fell in love with you anyway.”
    My hands slid lovingly across his hard chest, caressing the light dusting of dark hair before coasting down the thin, silky trail that led below his waistband. His abs quivered beneath my touch, the tempo of his breathing changing.
    Sinking to sit on his lap, I adored his body. My thumbs circled the tiny points of his nipples and I watched his reaction, waiting for him to succumb to the subtle pleasure of my touch. I lowered my head and pressed a kiss to his throat, feeling his pulse leap beneath my lips and inhaling the virile scent of his skin. Enjoying him was something I didn’t get to do enough of, because he always turned it back around on me.
    Gideon groaned, his hand coming up to grip my hair. “Eva.”
    “I love the way you respond to me,” I whispered, seduced by having such an unabashedly sexual male completely at my mercy. “Like you can’t help yourself.”
    “I can’t.” He let the sleep-tousled strands sift through his fingers. “You touch me like you worship me.”
    “I do.”
    “I feel it in your hands … your mouth. The way you look at me.” His throat worked on a swallow and I followed the movement with my eyes.
    “I’ve never wanted anything more.” I caressed his torso, tracing muscled pecs, then the line of every rib. Like a connoisseur admiring the perfection of a priceless work of art. “Let’s play a game.”
    His tongue did a slow sweep along the curve of his lip, making mysex clench with jealousy. He knew it, too. I saw it in the way his eyes glittered dangerously. “Depends on the rules.”
    “Tonight, you’re mine, ace.”
    “I’m always yours.”
    I unbuttoned my blouse and shrugged out of it, exposing my white lace demi-bra and matching thong.
    “Angel,” he breathed, his gaze so hot I felt it slide over my bared flesh. His hands moved to touch and I caught his wrists, staying him.
    “Rule number one: I’m going to suck you, stroke you, and tease you all night long. You’re going to come until you can’t see straight.” I cupped him through his slacks, massaging his rigid length with my palm. “Rule number two: You’re just going to lie back and enjoy it.”
    “No returning the favor?”
    “No.”
    “Not happening,” he said decisively.
    I pouted. “Pretty please.”
    “Angel, getting you off is ninety-nine percent of the fun for me.”
    “But then I’m so busy coming I don’t get to enjoy you!” I complained. “Just for once—one night—I want you to be selfish. I want you to let go, be an animal, come just because it feels good and you’re ready.”
    His lips thinned. “I can’t do that with you. I need you with me.”
    “I knew you’d say that.” Because I’d once told him that feeling used by a man for his pleasure was a trigger for me. I needed to feel loved and wanted, too. Not as an interchangeable female body to ejaculate into, but as Eva, an individual woman who needed genuine affection with sex. “But this is my game and it’s played by my rules.”
    “I haven’t agreed to play.”
    “Hear me out.”
    Gideon exhaled slowly. “I can’t do it, Eva.”
    “You could do it with other women,” I argued.
    “I wasn’t in love with them!”
    I melted. I couldn’t help it. “Baby … I want this,” I whispered. “Real bad.”
    He made an exasperated noise. “Help me understand.”
    “I can’t hear your heart racing when I’m gasping for breath. I can’t feel you shaking when I’m shaking, too. I can’t taste you when my mouth is dry from begging you to finish me off.”
    His beautiful face softened. “I lose my mind every time I come inside you. Let that be enough.”
    I shook my head. “You’ve said I’m like your favorite wet dream made real. Those dreams couldn’t have all been about getting the girl off. What about the blowjobs? The hand jobs? You love my tits. Don’t you want to fuck them until you come all