Reflected in You: A Crossfire Novel

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