REFLECTED IN YOU snippet #5 courtesy of Sylvia Day
Reaching down, he caught me by the back of the thigh and pulled my legs wider apart. “You’re not going to get a hundred percent equality in this relationship.”
“The hell I’m not.”
His hips settled into the opening he’d made. He rocked against me, rubbing the thick ridge of his erection against my sex. “You’re not,” he repeated, his hands pushing into my hair to grip my scalp and hold me in place.
Rolling his hips, he massaged my hypersensitive clit. The seam of his jeans was in the perfect place. Arousal spiked in my blood. “Stop it. I can’t think when you 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.”
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.” His body flexed sinuously, as if he were fucking me through our clothes.
“I’m pissed at you.”
“I can tell. That won’t stop you from coming.”
I shoved at his waist but he was too heavy to budge. “I can’t when I’m mad!”
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 thrusting against me. The clothes between us and the lack of penetration made me even more aware of the elegant fluidity of his movements.
The man knew how to fuck.
Gideon didn’t just shove his big dick in and out of a woman. He used his entire amazing body to seduce and pleasure. The nuances of his technique were lost when I was writhing beneath him and focused only on the fullness of him inside me. But I couldn’t escape his skill now. He was going to make me orgasm with my clothes on.
I fought against the pleasure, but I couldn’t stifle a moan.
“That’s it,” 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, then his mouth was suckling at my throat. “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 got my dick under control. 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.”
Mmmmm … How soon until October?
I love that Eva stands up to him even though she’s lost in the moment. What do you think?