Book 1 - Page 38 (1/2)
”What the h.e.l.l are you wearing?” he asked, looking marginally appeased by my enthusiastic greeting.
”Clothes.”
”You look na**d in that top.”
”I thought you liked me naked.” I was secretly pleased with my choice, which I'd made that morning before I'd known he'd be with me. The top was a triangle with long straps at the shoulders and ribs that secured with Velcro and could be worn in a variety of ways to allow the wearer to determine where her br**sts needed the most support. It was specially designed for curvy women and was the first top I'd ever had that kept me from bouncing all over the place. What Gideon objected to was the nude color, which coordinated with the racing stripes on the matching black yoga pants.
”I like you na**d in private,” he muttered. ”I'll need to be with you whenever you go to the gym.”
”I won't complain, since I'm very much enjoying the view at the moment.” Plus, I was perversely excited by his possessiveness after the hurt he'd inflicted with his withdrawal Sat.u.r.day night. Two very different extremes - the first of many, I was sure.
”Let's get this over with.” He grabbed my hand and led me away from the locker rooms, s.n.a.t.c.hing two logo'd towels off a stack as we pa.s.sed them. ”I need to f**k you.”
”I need to be f**ked.”
”Jesus, Eva.” His grip on my hand tightened to the point that it hurt. ”Where to? Free weights? Machines? Treadmills?”
”Treadmills. I want to run a bit.”
He led me in that direction. I watched the way women followed him with their gazes, then their feet. They wanted to be in whatever section of the gym he was, and I couldn't blame them. I was dying to see him in action, too.
When we reached the seemingly endless rows of treadmills and bikes, we found that there weren't two treadmills free adjacent to each other.
Gideon walked up to a man who had two open on either side of him. ”I'd be in your debt if you'd move over one.”
The guy looked at me and grinned. ”Yeah, sure.”
”Thanks. I appreciate it.”
Gideon took over the man's treadmill and motioned me to the one beside it. Before he programmed his workout, I leaned over to him. ”Don't burn off too much energy,” I whispered. ”I want you missionary-style the first time. I've been having this fantasy of you on top, banging the h.e.l.l out of me.”
His gaze burned into me. ”Eva, you have no idea.”
Nearly giddy with antic.i.p.ation and a lovely surge of feminine power, I got on my treadmill and started at a brisk walk. While I warmed up, I set my iPod shuffle to random and when ”s.e.xy Back” by Justin Timberlake came on I hit my stride and went full-out. Running was both a mental and physical exercise for me. Sometimes I wished just running fast could get me away from whatever was troubling me.