Reflected in You: A Crossfire Novel

responded to his near-tangible need. My breasts swelled and became heavy; my sex grew slick and swollen. I was greedy for him. Needful. My breathing quickened.
    He hadn’t even touched me and I was nearly panting with desire.
    The elevator glided to a stop. Gideon pulled the key out of his pocket and plugged it into the panel, suspending the car. Then he came to me.
    There were only inches between us. I kept my head bowed and stared at his gleaming oxfords. I heard his breathing, deep and quick like mine. I smelled the subtly masculine scent of his skin, and my pulse leaped.
    “Turn around, Eva.”
    A shiver moved through me at the familiar and beloved authoritative tone. Closing my eyes, I turned, then gasped as he immediately pressed against my back, flattening me to the wall of the car. His fingers linked with mine, holding my hands up by my shoulders.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, nuzzling into my hair. “It hurts to look at you.”
    “Gideon. What are you doing?”
    I felt his hunger pouring off him, enveloping me. His powerful frame was hard and hot, and vibrating with tension. He was aroused, his thick cock a firm pressure I couldn’t stop myself from grinding into. I wanted him. I wanted him inside me. Filling me. Completing me. I’d been so empty without him.
    He took a deep shuddering breath. His fingers flexed restlessly between mine, as if he wanted to touch me elsewhere but restrained himself.
    I felt the ring I’d given him digging into my flesh. I turned my head to look at it and tensed when I saw it, confused and agonized.
    “Why?” I whispered. “What do you want from me? An orgasm? You want to fuck me, Gideon? Is that it? Blow your load inside me?”
    His breath hissed out at having those crude words thrown back in his face. “Don’t.”
    “Don’t call it what it is?” I closed my eyes. “Fine. Just do it. But don’t put that ring on and act like this is something it’s not.”
    “I never take it off. I won’t. Ever. ” His right hand released mine and he reached into his pocket. I watched as he slid the ring he’d given me back onto my finger, and then he lifted my hand to his mouth. He kissed it, then pressed his lips—quick, hard, angry—to my temple.
    “Wait,” he snapped.
    Then he was gone. The car began its descent. My right hand curled into a fist and I backed away from the wall, breathing hard.
    Wait. For what?

Chapter 18
     
    When I exited the elevator on the twentieth floor, I was dry-eyed and determined. Megumi buzzed me through the security doors and pushed to her feet. “Is everything all right?”
    I stopped by her desk. “I have no fucking clue. That man is a total head trip.”
    Her brows rose. “Keep me posted.”
    “I should just write a book,” I muttered, resuming my walk back to my cubicle and wondering why in hell everyone was so interested in my dating life.
    When I got to my desk, I dropped my purse in the drawer and sat down to call Cary.
    “Hey,” I said, when he answered. “If you get bored—”
    “If?” He snorted.
    “Remember that folder of information you compiled on Gideon? Can you make me one of those on Dr. Terrence Lucas?”
    “Okay. Do I know this guy?”
    “No. He’s a pediatrician.”
    There was a pause, then, “Are you pregnant?”
    “No! Jeez. And if I were, I’d need an obstetrician.”
    “Whew. All right. Spell his name for me.”
    I gave Cary what he needed, then looked up Dr. Lucas’s office and made an appointment to see him. “I won’t need to fill out any new-patient paperwork,” I told the receptionist. “I just want a quick consult.”
    After that, I called Vidal Records and left a message for Christopher to call me.
    When Mark came back from lunch, I went over and knocked on his open door. “Hey. I need to ask for an hour in the morning for an appointment. Is it all right if I come in at ten and stay ’til six?”
    “Ten to five is fine, Eva.” He looked at me carefully. “Everything okay?”
    “Getting better every day.”
    “Good.” He smiled. “I’m really glad to hear that.”
    We dived back into work, but thoughts of Gideon weighed heavily on my mind. I kept staring at my ring, remembering what he had said when he’d first given it to me: The Xs are me holding on to you.
    Wait. For him? For him to come back to me? Why? I couldn’t understand why he’d cut me off the way he had, then expected me to take him back. Especially with Corinne in the picture.
    I spent the rest