Reflected in You

Sylvia Day

Find out how Eva and Gideon's relationship develops in Reflected in You - the second scorching title in the Crossfire trilogy, out in October.

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I levered up onto my elbows and watched him begin to strip, his moves quick and economically graceful. "My choice," I reminded.

In short order he removed his vest, tie, and cufflinks. His voice was too even when he asked, "You really want to play that card, angel?" "If that's what it takes."

"It'll take more than that for me to hurt you deliberately." His shirt and slacks followed more slowly, a striptease that was far more seductive than mine had been. "For us, pain and pleasure are mutually exclusive."

"I didn't mean-"

"I know what you meant." He straightened from shoving his boxer briefs down, then knelt on the foot of the bed and crawled toward me like a sleek panther on the prowl. "You ache without my cock inside you. You'll say anything to have me there."

"Yes."

He hovered over me, his hair falling in a dark curtain around his face, his big body casting a shadow over mine. Tilting his head, he lowered his mouth and lightly traced the seam of my lips with the tip of his tongue. "You crave it. You feel empty without it."

"Yes, damn you." I gripped his lean hips, arching upward to try and feel his body against mine. I never felt closer to him than when we were making love and I needed that closeness now, needed to feel like we were okay before we spent the weekend without each other.

He settled between my legs, his erection lying hard and hot between the lips of my sex. "It hurts you a little when I push all the way in and there's no help for that-you have a tight little cunt and I cram you full. Sometimes I lose control and get rough, and there's no help for that either. But don't ever ask me to hurt you deliberately. I can't."

"I want you," I breathed, rubbing my wet cleft shamelessly along the heated length of his cock.

"Not yet." He moved, rolling his hips to find me with the broad head of his penis. He pushed gently against me, parting me, spreading me open as he slipped just the tip inside. I writhed against the tight fit, my body resisting. "You're not ready yet."

"Fuck me. God... just fuck me!"

He reached down with one hand and grabbed my hip, stemming my frenzied attempts to push up and take more of him. "You're swollen."

I fought his hold. My nails dug into the tight curves of his ass and I tugged him against me. I didn't care that it might hurt. If I didn't get him in me I thought I'd lose my mind. "Give it to me."

Gideon slid his hand into my hair, fisting it to hold me where he wanted me. "Look at me."

"Gideon!"

"Look at me."

I stilled at the command in his voice. I stared up at him, my frustration melting as I watched a slow, gradual transformation sweep over his handsome face.

His features tightened first, as if he were pained. A wince knit his brow. His lips parted with a gasp, his chest beginning to heave with labored breaths. A tic began in his jaw, the muscle spasming violently. His skin grew hot, searing me. But what mesmerized me most was his piercing blue eyes and the unmistakable vulnerability that sifted through them like smoke.

My pulse quickened in response to the change in him. The mattress shifted as he dug his feet in, his body bracing-

I shifted restlessly, my attention riveted to that dexterous hand and its long, elegant fingers. As the distance between us widened, I began to ache, my body responding to the loss of his. The heated languidness he'd instilled with his touch turned into a slow burn, as if he'd banked a fire that had suddenly been stoked.

"See something you like?" he purred, pleasuring himself.

Astonished that he'd taunt me after denying me, I looked up... and my breath caught.

Gideon was smoldering, too. I couldn't think of another word to describe him. He was watching me with a heavy—lidded gaze like he wanted to eat me alive. His tongue slid leisurely along the seam of his lips, as if he tasted me. When he caught the full lower curve between his teeth, I could've sworn I felt it between my legs. I knew that look so well... knew what came after it... knew how ferocious he could be when he wanted me that badly.

It was a look that screamed SEX. Hard, deep, endless, mind—blowing sex. He stood on the far side of my shower, his feet planted wide, his ripped body flexing rhythmically as he caressed his beautiful cock with long, slow strokes.

I'd never seen anything so blatantly sexual or boldly masculine.

"Oh my God," I breathed, riveted. "You are so fucking hot."

The gleam in his eyes told me he knew what he was doing to me. His free hand slid slowly up his ridged abdomen and squeezed his pectoral, making me jealous. "Could you come watching me?"

Realization struck me. He was afraid to touch me sexually so soon after my nightmare, afraid of what it might do to us if he triggered me. But he was willing to put on a show for me—inspire me—so I could touch myself. The surge of emotion I felt in that moment was devastating. Gratitude and affection, desire and tenderness.

"I love you, Gideon."

His eyes squeezed shut, as if the words were too much for him to take. When they opened again, the force of his will sent a shiver of need through me. "Show me."

The wide head of his cock was engulfed in his palm. 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 nipples, I cupped my breasts 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 cock 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.


Gideon reached for my shampoo and I closed my eyes, shutting it all out, everything but the man whose sole focus at that moment was me.

I waited, breathless, for the feel of his magic fingers. When it came, I reached out to the wall in front of me for balance. With both palms pressed flat against the cool tile, I savored the feel of his fingertips kneading into my scalp and moaned. "Feel good?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

"Always."

I drifted in bliss as he washed and conditioned my hair, shivering lightly as he ran a wide-toothed comb through the soaked strands. I was disappointed when he finished and must have made some sound of regret, because he leaned forward and promised, "I'm not nearly done."

I smelled my body wash, then—

"Gideon."

I arched into his soap—slick hands. His thumbs dug gently into the knots in my shoulders, melting them with the perfect amount of pressure. Then he worked his way down my spine... my buttocks... my legs...

"I'm going to fall," I slurred, drunk with pleasure.

"I'll catch you, angel. I'll always catch you."

The pain and degradation of my memories washed away beneath the selfless reverence of Gideon's patient caretaking. More than the soap and water, it was his touch that freed me from the nightmare. I turned around at his urging and looked at him crouched before me, his hands gliding up my calves, his body an amazing display of taut flexing muscle. Cupping his jaw, I tilted his head up.

"You can be so good for me, Gideon," I told him softly. "I don't know how I could ever forget that. Even for a minute."

His chest expanded on a quick, deep breath. He straightened, his hands gliding up my thighs, until he towered over me again. His lips touched mine, softly. Lightly. "I know today was all kinds of fucked up. Shit... the whole week. It's been hard for me, too."

"I know." I hugged him, pressing my cheek to his heart. He was so solid and strong. I loved the way I felt when I was in his arms. He was already thick and hard between us, but he grew more so as I cuddled into him. "Eva..." He cleared his throat. "Let me finish, angel."

I nipped his jaw with my teeth and reached down to grip his perfect ass, tugging him tighter against me. "Why don't you get started instead?"

"That isn't where this was headed."

As if it could've ended any other way when we were both naked and running our hands all over each other. Gideon could put his hand to the small of my back while we were walking and make me as needy as if he'd put his hand between my legs. "Well... revisit and revise, ace."

Gideon's hands came up and gripped the sides of my throat, his thumbs beneath my chin to push it up. His frown gave him away and before he could tell me why it wasn't a good idea to make love now, I caught his cock in my hands.

He growled, his hips jerking. "Eva..."

"It would be a shame to waste this."

"I can't screw this up with you." His eyes were dark as sapphires. "If you ever freaked out while I was touching you, I'd lose my mind."

"Gideon, please—"

"I say when." The command in his voice was unmistakable.


"Hey," I greeted him playfully.

"Eva."

I missed a step hearing the way he growled my name. There was a wealth of promise in the roughness of his voice. Slowing, I found I was speechless, just from hearing him say my name with that edginess I craved—the sharp bite that told me he wanted to be inside me more than he wanted anything else in the world.

While people flowed around me, entering and exiting the building, I was halted by the weighted silence on my phone. The unspoken and nearly irresistible demand. He made no sound at all—I couldn't even hear him breathing—but I felt his hunger. If I didn't have Megumi waiting patiently for me, I'd be riding an elevator to the top floor to satisfy his unvoiced command to make good on my offer.

The memory of the time I'd sucked him off in his office simmered through me, making my mouth water. I swallowed. "Gideon..." "You wanted my attention—now you have it. I want to hear you say those words."

I felt my face flush. "I can't. Not here. Let me call you later."

"Step over by the column and out of the way."

Startled, I looked around for him. Then I remembered that the caller ID put him in his office. My gaze lifted, searching for the security cameras. Immediately, I felt his eyes on me, hot and wanting. Arousal surged through me, spurred by his desire. "Hurry along, angel. Your friend's waiting."

I moved to the column, my breathing fast and audible.

"Now tell me. Your text made me hard, Eva. What are you going to do about it?"

My hand went to my throat, my gaze sliding helplessly to Megumi who watched me with raised brows. I lifted one finger up, asking for another minute, then I turned my back to her and whispered, "I want you in my mouth."

"Why? To play with me? To tease me like you're doing now?" There was no heat in his voice, just calm severity. I knew to pay careful attention when Gideon got serious about sex.

"No." I lifted my face to the tinted Plexiglas dome in the ceiling that concealed the nearest security camera. "To make you come. I love making you come, Gideon."

He exhaled harshly. "A gift, then."

Only I knew what it meant for Gideon to view a sexual act as a gift. For him, sex had previously been about pain and degradation or lust and necessity. Now, with me, it was about pleasure and love. "Always." "Good. Because I treasure you, Eva, and what we have. Even our driving urge to fuck each other constantly is precious to me, because it matters."

I sagged into the column, admitting to myself that I'd fallen into an old destructive habit—I'd exploited sexual attraction to ease my insecurities. If Gideon was lusting after me, he couldn't be lusting after anyone else. But how would he know what was going on in my mind?

"Yes," I breathed, closing my eyes. "It matters."

There'd been a time when I'd turned to sex to feel affection, confusing momentary desire with genuine caring. Which was why I now insisted on having some sort of friendly framework in place before I went to bed with a man. I never again wanted to roll out of a lover's bed feeling worthless and dirty.

And I sure as hell didn't want to cheapen what I shared with Gideon just because I was irrationally scared of losing him.

It hit me then that I was off balance. I had this sick feeling in my gut, like something awful was going to happen. "You can have what you want after work, angel." His voice deepened, grew raspier. "In the meantime, enjoy lunch with your co-worker. I'll be thinking about you. And your mouth."

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Reflected in You is available to buy in eBook format from 2nd October and Paperback from the 25th October from all retailers and from:
Penguin UK
Penguin New Zealand
Penguin Australia
Penguin South Africa