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Reflected in You (Crossfire #2)(11)
Author: Sylvia Day

He squeezed, bringing a flush to his face that had me pressing my thighs together.

His thumb rubbed over the flat disk of his nipple.

Once.

Twice.

He groaned a rough sound of delight that had me salivating.

The water pounding at my back and the billowing steam that plumed between us only added to the eroticism of the picture he presented.

His hand quickened, sliding rhythmically up and down.

He was so long and thick.

Undeniably virile.

Unable to bear the ache of my tightened ni**les, I cupped my br**sts and squeezed.

"There you go, angel.

Show me what I do to you."

There was a moment in which I wondered if I could.

It hadn't been so long ago that I'd been embarrassed to talk about my vibrator with Gideon face-to-face.

"Look at me, Eva."

He cupped his balls in one hand and his c**k in the other.

Shameless, which was such a turn-on.

"I don't want to come without you.

I need you with me."

I wanted to be as hot for him.

I wanted him as aching and needy as I felt.

I wanted my body - my desire - to be burned onto his brain the way this image of him would be burned onto mine.

With my eyes locked with his, my hands glided over my body.

I watched his movements .

listened for the catch of his breath .

used his clues to know what drove him wild.

It was somehow as intimate as when he was inside me, maybe more so because we were wide open and on display.

Totally bared.

Our pleasure reflected in each other.

He started telling me what he wanted in that raspy sex god voice: Tug your ni**les, angel .

Touch yourself  - are you wet? Push your fingers inside you .

Feel how tight you are? A hot, tight, plush little heaven for my dick .

You're so f**king gorgeous .

So sexy.

I'm so damn stiff it hurts .

See what you do to me? I'm going to come so hard for you .

"Gideon."

I gasped, my fingertips massaging my cl*t in rapid circles, my h*ps grinding into my touch.

"Right there with you," he said hoarsely, his hand jacking his c**k with brutal speed and violence in his race to orgasm.

At the first jolting contraction of my core, I cried out, my legs quaking.

My palm slapped against the glass enclosure for balance, the cl**ax stealing the strength from my muscles.

Gideon was on me in a second, gripping my hipbone in a way that conveyed greed and possession, his fingers flexing with restless agitation.

"Eva!" he growled, as the first thick, hot burst of se**n hit my belly.

"Fuck."

Hunching over me, his teeth sank into the tender spot between my shoulder and neck, a painless hold that conveyed the rawness of his pleasure.

His groans vibrated against me and he came violently, spurting repeatedly against my stomach.

* * * It was a little after six o'clock in the morning when I slipped out of my bedroom.

I'd been up for a while, watching Gideon sleep.

It was a rare treat, because I hardly ever managed to wake up before he did.

I could stare at him without any worries that he'd be weirded out.

I padded down the hallway until it emptied into the expansive open floor plan of the main living area.

It was ridiculous that Cary and I lived on the Upper West Side in an apartment large enough for a family, but I'd long ago learned to pick my battles when it came to arguing with my mother and stepfather over my safety.

There was no way they were budging on location or security features like a doorman and front desk, but I could exploit my cooperation on my living arrangements to get them to ease up on other points.

I was in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to finish brewing when Cary joined me.

He strolled in looking amazing in a pair of gray San Diego State University sweats, sleep-mussed chocolate brown hair, and a day's worth of stubble along his square jaw.

"Morning, baby girl," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple as he passed me.

"You're up early."

"Look who's talking."

He grabbed two mugs out of the cupboard, then the half-and-half out of the fridge.

He brought them over and studied me.

"How are you doing?" "I'm good.

Really," I insisted, when he shot me a skeptical look.

"Gideon took care of me."

"Okay, but is that really so great if he's the reason you were stressed enough to have the nightmare to begin with?" I filled mugs for both of us, adding sugar to mine and cream to both.

As I did, I told him about Corinne and the Waldorf dinner, then the argument I'd had with Gideon over her appearance at the Crossfire.

Cary stood with his hip cocked into the counter, his legs crossed at the ankle, and one arm banding his chest.

He sipped his coffee.

"No explanation, huh?" I shook my head, feeling the weight of Gideon's silence.

"How about you? How are you doing?" "You just gonna change the subject?" "What else is there to say? It's a one-sided story."

"You ever stop to think that he might always have secrets?" Frowning, I lowered my mug.

"What do you mean?" "I mean he's the twenty-eight-year- old son of a suicidal Ponzi scheme swindler, and he just happens to own a large chunk of Manhattan."

One brow arched upward in challenge.

"Think about it.

Can they really be mutually exclusive things?" Lowering my gaze to my mug, I took a drink and didn't confess that I'd wondered the same thing once or twice.

The extent of Gideon's fortune and empire was staggering, especially considering his age.

"I can't see Gideon bilking people, not when it's more of a challenge to accomplish what he has legitimately."

"With all the secrets he's got, can you be sure you know him well enough to make that judgment call?" I thought of the man who'd spent the night with me and felt relief at how sure I was about my answer - at least at that moment.

"Yes."

"All right, then."

Cary shrugged.

"I talked to Dr.

Travis yesterday."

My thoughts immediately veered in another direction at the mention of our therapist in San Diego.

"You did?" "Yeah.

I really f**ked up the other night."

From the agitated way he scooped his long bangs back from his face, I knew he was referring to the orgy I'd walked in on.

"Cross broke Ian's nose and split his lip," he said, reminding me of how violently Gideon had responded to Cary's .

friend rudely propositioning me to join them.

"I saw Ian yesterday and he looks like he was hit in the face with a brick.

He was asking who clocked him, so he could press charges."

"Oh."

My lungs seized for the length of two heartbeats.

"Oh, crap."

"I know.

Billionaire plus lawsuit equals beaucoup bucks.

What the f**k was I thinking?" Cary closed his eyes and rubbed them.

"I told him I didn't know who your date was, that it was some guy you picked up and dragged home.

Cross blindsided him, so Ian didn't see shit."

"The two girls with you got a real good look at Gideon," I said grimly.

"They took off out that door" -  Cary pointed across the living room as if our door were still reverberating with the slam - "like she-bats out of hell.

They didn't go to the urgent care with us, and neither of us knows who they are.

If Ian doesn't run into them again, we're okay."

I rubbed at the quiver in my tummy, feeling unsettled again.

"I'll keep an eye on the situation," he assured me.

"The whole night was a major wake-up call, and talking it out in therapy gave me some perspective.

Afterward, I went to see Trey.

To apologize."

Hearing Trey's name made me sad.

I'd hoped Cary's budding relationship with the veterinary student would work out, but Cary had sabotaged that.

As usual.

"How'd that go?" He shrugged again, but the movement was awkward.

"I hurt him the other night because I'm an ass**le.

Then I hurt him again yesterday trying to do the right thing."

"Did you break it off?" I held my hand out to him and squeezed his when he placed it in mine.

"It's seriously cooled off.

Like on ice.

He wants me to be g*y, and I'm not."

It was painful to hear that someone wanted Cary to be anything other than who he was, because it'd always been that way for him.

I couldn't understand why.

To me, he was wonderful as is.

"I'm so sorry, Cary."

"So am I, because he's a great guy.

I'm just not ready for the stress and demands of a complicated relationship right now.

I'm working a lot.

I'm not stable enough yet to be f**ked up in the head."

His lips pursed.

"You might want to think about that, too.

We just moved out here.

We've both still got some settling in to do."

I nodded, understanding where he was coming from and not disagreeing, but unwavering in my decision to see my relationship with Gideon through.

"Did you talk to Tatiana, too?" "No need."

His thumb brushed over my knuckles before he released me.

"She's easy."

Snorting, I took a large gulp of my cooling coffee.

"Not just that way," he chided, giving me a wicked grin.

"I mean she doesn't expect anything or make any demands.

As long as I suit up and she orgasms at least as many times as I do, she's good.

I'm actually okay with her, and not just because she could suck chrome off a bumper.

It's relaxing being with someone who just wants to have fun and causes no stress."

"Gideon knows me.

He understands and tries to work around my issues.

He's working for this, too, Cary.

It's not easy for him, either."

"Do you think Cross had a nooner with his ex?" he asked bluntly.

"No."

"Are you sure?" Sucking in a deep breath, I took a fortifying gulp and admitted, "Mostly.

I think I'm the one doing it for him now.

It's pretty hot with us, you know? But his ex has some kind of hold on him.

He says it's guilt, but that doesn't explain his brunette fascination."

"It explains why you lost it and hit him - her being around again is eating at you.

And he still won't tell you what's going on.

Does that sound healthy to you?" It wasn't.

I knew that.

I hated it.

"We saw Dr.

Petersen last night."

His brows rose.

"How'd that go?" "He didn't tell us to run far, far away from each other as fast as we can."

"And if he does? Will you listen?" "I'm not bailing when things get rough this time.

Seriously, Cary" - I held his gaze - "am I really all that far ahead if I can't take any waves?" "Baby girl, Cross is a tsunami."

"Ha!" I smiled, unable to help it.

Cary could get me to smile through tears.

"To tell you the truth, if I don't work this out with Gideon, I have doubts I'll work it out with anyone."

"That's your shitty self-esteem talking."

"He knows what I'm carrying around in me."

"All right."

My brows shot up.

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