With my back to the room's entrance, I pressed my flaming face into his shirt.
The door opened. There was a pause then, "Is everything all right?"
Christopher. I felt awkward being unable to turn around.
"Of course," Gideon said smoothly, coolly in control. "What do you want?"
To my horror, he resumed the push and withdrawal of his finger. Not with the deep strokes of before, but slow shallow thrusts that didn't disturb my skirts. Already aroused to a fever pitch and hovering on the verge of orgasm, my nails dug into his neck. The tension in my body from having Christopher in the room only ramped up the erotic sensations.
"Eva?" Christopher asked.
I swallowed hard. "Yes?"
"Are you okay?"
Gideon adjusted his stance, which moved his c**k inside me and bumped his pelvis against my pulsing clit.
"Y-yes. We're just...talking. About. Dinner." My eyes closed as Gideon's fingertip grazed the thin wall separating his penis from his touch. If he nudged my cl*t again, I'd come. I was too wound up to stop it.
Gideon's chest vibrated against my cheek as he spoke. "We'd be done sooner if you'd go, so tell me what you need."
"Mom's looking for you."
"Why?" Gideon shifted again, rocking into my cl*t at the same moment he gave a quick, deep thrust of his finger into my rear.
I cl**axed. Afraid of the wail of pleasure that wanted out of me, I sank my teeth into Gideon's hard pectoral. He grunted softly and started coming, his c**k jerking as it pumped thick spurts of scorching se**n into me.
The rest of the conversation was lost beneath the roar of my blood. Christopher said something, Gideon replied, and then the door shut again. I was lifted to sit on the armrest and Gideon started thrusting between my spread thighs, using my body to rub out the rest of his orgasm, growling in my mouth as we finished off the rawest, most exhibitionistic sexual encounter of my life.
Afterward, Gideon led me by the hand to a bathroom, where he lightly soaped a washcloth and cleansed between my legs before he paid the same attention to his cock. The way he took care of me was sweetly intimate, demonstrating yet again that as primal as his desire for me was, I was precious to him.
"I don't want us to fight anymore," I said quietly from my perch on the counter.
He tossed the washcloth down a concealed laundry chute and refastened his fly. Then he came to me, brushing his cool fingertips down my cheek. "We don't fight, angel. We just have to learn not to scare the hell out of each other."
"You make it sound so easy," I grumbled. To call either of us virgins would be ridiculous, yet emotionally that's just what we were. Fumbling in the dark and too eager, completely out of our depths and self-conscious, trying to impress and missing all the subtle nuances.
"Easy or hard, doesn't matter. We'll get through this because we have to." He pushed his fingers through my hair, restoring order to the disheveled strands. "We'll discuss when we get home. I think I've discovered the crux of our problem."
His conviction and determination soothed the restlessness I'd been feeling the last few days. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and enjoyed the tactile delight of having my hair played with. "Your mother seemed startled that I'm a blonde."
"Did she?"
"My mother was, too. Not about me being a blonde," I qualified. "That you'd be interested in one."
"Was she?"
"Gideon!"
"Hmm?" He kissed the end of my nose and ran his hands down my arms.
"I'm not the type you usually go for, am I?"
His brow arched. "I have one type: Eva Lauren Tramell. That's it."
I rolled my eyes. "Okay. Whatever."
"What does it matter? You're the woman I'm with."
"It doesn't matter. I'm just curious. People don't usually stray from their preferred type."
Stepping between my legs, he put his arms around my hips. "Lucky for me that I fit your type."
"Gideon, you don't fit any type," I drawled. "You're in a class by yourself."
His eyes sparkled. "Like what you see, do you?"
"You know I do, which is why we really should get out of here before we start screwing like minks again."
Pressing his cheek to mine, he murmured, "Only you could blow my mind in a place that's always made my skin crawl. Thank you for being exactly what I want and need."
"Oh, Gideon." I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him as close to me as possible. "You came here for me, didn't you? To take me away from this place you hate."
"I'd walk into hell for you, Eva, and this is pretty damn close." He exhaled harshly. "I was about to go to your apartment and drag you away with me when I learned you'd come here. You have to stay away from Christopher."
"Why do you keep saying that? He seems very nice."
Gideon pulled back, sifting my hair through his fingers. His eyes stayed fiercely locked to mine. "He takes sibling rivalry to the extreme, and he's unstable enough to make him dangerous. He's reaching out to you because he knows he can hurt me through you. You have to trust me on this."
Why was Gideon so suspicious of his half-brother's motives? He had to have a good reason. It was yet another thing he didn't fully share with me. "I do trust you. Of course I do. I'll keep my distance."
"Thank you." Catching me by the waist, he lifted me off the counter and set me on my feet. "Let's grab Cary and get the hell out of here."
We made our way back outside with my hand in his. I was uncomfortably aware that we'd been gone a very long time. The sun was going down. And I was panty-less. My ruined boy shorts were presently stuffed into the front pocket of Gideon's jeans.
