Page 34 of Tempting Devil
Without a single care for the fact we were surrounded by dozens of people, Gideon gripped the back of my neck and slammed his mouth against mine, his tongue teasing and torturing. I whimpered, drowning in his kiss after too long without it.
“Goddamn, the sounds you make drive me crazy,” he growled against my lips before taking them in another rough and desperate kiss, only to pull away moments later, leaving me panting and hungry for more.
“Check, please.” His strong voice carried through the darkened space as he signaled the bartender, the power and dominance he exuded causing a shiver to roll through me.
“But my mom,” I protested, suddenly remembering why I was here in the first place. “I can’t ditch her.”
As if on cue, my phone buzzed in my clutch. I retrieved it, laughing to myself when I read her text.
Mom:
I took an Uber home. Enjoy your evening with Gideon. I don’t expect to see you home until tomorrow morning. That’s an order.
“I may have the best mom ever. She’s pretty much demanding I have sex with you.” I turned my phone toward him.
“You really shouldn’t disobey your mother. Otherwise, you might be punished.”
“And we wouldn’t want that.” I leaned toward him and trailed a light finger down his chest, stopping just short of his crotch. “Would we?”
“Goddammit,” he groaned, his jaw tense, nostrils flaring. “Where is the fucking check? You know what? Screw it.”
He jumped to his feet and retrieved several large bills from his wallet, slamming them onto the counter. Then he hauled me off my stool and out of the bar, his strides long and determined as he pulled me down the sidewalk, his calloused hand clasped tightly around mine.
“Slow down,” I gasped through my laughter as I struggled to keep up, especially in these heels.
But he didn’t slow down. Instead, he stopped abruptly and took in my appearance, his ravenous eyes flaming as they roamed over my body, from the short blue dress to my ample cleavage, all the way down to my exposed legs.
Before I could react, he swept me into his arms and carried me as if I weighed nothing.
“What are you doing?”I squealed through even more laughter, my heart expanding when I heard a few women remark how they wished their significant other would do something as romantic as this.
“You were having trouble keeping up with me. So I’m carrying you. Problem solved.”
“In a rush to get somewhere?” I flirted.
His blue eyes turned even darker as he narrowed them on me. “You have no idea.”
Chapter Fourteen
Gideon
Imogene’s laughter echoed around me as I rushed through the lobby, ignoring the whispers and upturned noses of the guests mingling in the luxurious space. Let them look. I didn’t care what they thought about me. All I cared about was being with this woman.
But even as I basked in the melody of her infectious giggles, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Henry’s taunted me from the recesses of my subconscious, reminding me this charade with Imogene would only become harder to maintain as time went on.
He was right.
Hell, that was why I used her accusation that I was Samuel as a reason to walk away.She was already dangerously close to unraveling everything.
I should have known I wouldn’t be able to stay away for long. Not when Imogene had always been the one person to make me feel this way.
When I started down this road, I thought it would be easy to kill. During my years of captivity, I’d taken more lives than I cared to admit.
That was when I didn’t have a choice.
It was either kill or be killed.
I killed to survive.