Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
After they make it to their suite, I wait a few more moments just to be sure. At least with him being drunk and doing whatever drugs he’s on, he’s not going to notice me slipping from my room. Why can’t he marry that girl instead?
Hurrying down the hallway, I still look over my shoulder the whole time. Gideon's room is only one floor down, so I take the stairs. When I find his room, I don’t get the chance to use the key before the door swings open and he’s pulling me inside. His mouth comes down onto mine as the door closes behind us and he presses me against it.
My legs wrap around his waist, and I grab him, trying to get closer. I didn’t know this kind of passion was real, but that’s all I feel when he’s near me. It’s in the way Gideon kisses me and how his touches are filled with possessiveness. It makes me feel wanted for who I am and not for any other reason. Being with me doesn’t benefit his social status or merge businesses. He chose me in spite of all of that, and I’ve never felt more special.
"Missed you," Gideon says when his mouth begins to move down my neck.
"I missed you too.” I gasp when he nips at the tender skin. "But it was only an hour."
He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. “I miss you when you’re not close enough for me to touch.”
“You’re so freaking sweet. You know that?” He lets out a chuckle that rolls through his body into mine. I didn’t know a laugh could be sexy, but everything about Gideon is.
"No one has ever called me that before."
"I find that hard to believe." I lift my hand to stroke his cheek. His lips are a touch redder than normal from our kisses, and I brush my thumb over them. I can't imagine kissing anyone else but him, and I don’t want to.
"Maybe it's only for you." He turns his head to kiss my palm, and the touch is tender.
I love the idea that there is a part of Gideon that only belongs to me. God knows my heart will always belong to him. Maybe having something of his won’t make being apart so painful.
"Now what?" I wiggle in his hold, my sex rubbing against his hard cock.
"That can wait." He takes a step back and puts me on my feet. I want to jump into his arms again, but he takes my hand instead. "You didn't eat your dinner, so I'm going to feed you."
“I had a few bites,” I mumble, but he’s right. I basically pushed it around my plate.
“Not enough.” He leads me deeper into his suite, and I let out a gasp when I see what he has arranged in the living room. The whole room is filled with candles, and the fireplace is lit. Rose petals are scattered everywhere and on every surface, and a small circular dinner table has been prepared for us.
“You did this for me?” My eyes fill with tears at the sight of it. No one has ever done anything so special for me, let alone romantic.
“Don’t cry, precious,” he says, and I sniffle, trying to hold back the tears.
“This is too much,” I say, but his expression turns irritated. “You’re mad?”
“Not at you.” His face instantly softens. “This”—he waves his hand around the room—“took me no time at all. It was the least I could do. It pisses me off that a gesture so small can make you want to cry. It shouldn’t be that way, Emerson. You’re the kindest person I’ve ever met.”
“In all fairness, you don’t know me super well.” Our chemistry has been explosive since the instant we met, but we haven’t had a lot of time together.
"I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit. It's easy for me and everyone around you to see how sweet and good you are. You care about everyone even when they are assholes. It’s why your family takes advantage of you.”
"I know," I admit. "I wish I had more of a backbone, but I don't have that luxury."
"But you do." He makes it sound so easy. "Come on, let’s eat." Gideon pulls a chair out for me and gives me a wicked grin. "The least I can do is feed you before I feast on you again."
"Gideon." My cheeks heat at the memory, and I look down at my lap to hide it.
"Don't hide from me. Your blushes are as sweet as the rest of you." He uses one finger to lift my chin. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re not so bad either,” I tease, placing my napkin in my lap and watching him sit down. “Tell me things.”
“Things?”
“Yes, things.” I laugh as he reaches over and takes my hand. “Start with where you were born and go from there.”