Page 36 of Tempting Devil
“Must have nicked myself shaving.” I grabbed a tissue off the desk, wiping the blood off her fingers and shoving it into my pocket as I made a mental note to dispose of this suit first thing tomorrow morning.
I’d changed after finishing with Brian. I could only assume, in my desperate need to feel Imogene, I overlooked some blood elsewhere on my body.
What else did I overlook?
“Are you sure?” She raked her gaze over me.
“How else would I have gotten blood on my jacket?” I remarked, the guilt festering in my stomach increasing by the second.
How many lies would I tell this woman? She didn’t deserve this. But I needed her tonight. Needed the one person who always made it hurt less.
“Now where were we?” I pulled her closer, praying she didn’t press the issue further. “I think you were about to take my shirt off.”
She eyed me for another protracted beat before her mouth curved up into a smile, the blood now long forgotten.
At least by her.
“I was,” she admitted in a sultry tone, her fingers trailing down my chest.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
She swiped her tongue along her lips, looking at me with hooded eyes, as if I was a delicious meal she was about to devour. God, I loved the heat in her stare when she got like this. When she was able to let go of the person she thought she needed to be and just be herself. I was so damn grateful she let me see this side of her.
“Just trying to savor the moment,” she cooed, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. “Why rush things when we have all night?” Pushing the fabric down my arms, she ran her hands up my bare torso, her nails lightly raking into my skin.
I growled, wrapping my hand around her hair and forcing her head back, giving me better access to her throat.
“Because you’ve already been driving me crazy all night, Imogene.” I left rough kisses along her fair skin. “Do you have any idea how much I wanted to gouge out the eyes of everyone in that bar who so much as looked your way?”
“No one was looking at me.”
“They were all looking at you.” I cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples through her dress, eliciting a yelp that turned into a pleasure-filled moan. “Imagining what it would be like to kiss you.” I dipped toward her and covered her mouth with mine, my tongue tangling with hers. “What it would be like to touch you.”
As I skimmed the curve of her frame, she writhed against me, especially when my hand slipped underneath the tiny skirt of her dress.
“What it would be like to fuck you.” I pushed her soaked panties aside and pressed my thumb against her clit.
“Gideon,” she whimpered, her legs shaking as I slipped a finger inside of her.
“This cunt is mine, Imogene.”
“Yes,” she exhaled.
“Say it,” I growled, unsure why I needed to hear these words so much. It wouldn’t change anything. Wouldn’t change the lies I’d told her.
But I needed to know she was still mine, at least for tonight.
“I’m yours, Gideon. All of me.” She clutched my face, forcing my eyes to hers. “You own all of me. My past.” She touched a kiss to my cheek. “My present.” She kissed the other cheek, then pulled back. “And my future.”
I swallowed hard, my chest aching from the raw sincerity in her words. How did I repay her? By deceiving her.Betraying her.
Using her.
Instead of walking away before hurting her even more, I crushed my lips against hers in a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control over something.
Anything.
I thrust my fingers even harder inside her, propelling her higher and higher with each fevered drive. When I felt her body tense around me, her orgasm imminent, I pulled my fingers from her, spinning her around to face the mirror on the wall opposite us.Her heavy pants filled the room, but she didn’t question me.