Book 1 - Page 88 (1/2)

”Yes. Talks you back around and makes you come at it from a different angle that has you thinking, 'Now why didn't I see it like that?'”

Gideon's fingers stroked up and down the stem of his gla.s.s. ”He prescribed something for me to take at night before bed. I filled it before I came over.”

”How do you feel about taking drugs?”

He looked at me with dark, haunted eyes. ”I feel it's necessary. I have to be with you and I have to make that safe for you, whatever it takes. Dr. Petersen says the drug combined with therapy has been successful for other 'atypical s.e.xual parasomniacs.' I have to believe that.”

I reached over to squeeze his hand. Taking medication was a big step, especially for someone who'd avoided facing his problems for a long time. ”Thank you.”

Gideon's grip tightened. ”Apparently there are enough people with this problem that there have been sleep studies on it. He told me about a doc.u.mented case where a man s.e.xually a.s.saulted his wife in his sleep for twelve years before they sought help.”

”Twelve years? Jesus.”

”Apparently part of the reason they waited so long was because the man was a better lay when he was asleep,” he said dryly. ”And if that's not a killer blow to the ego, I don't know what is.”

I stared at him. ”Well, s.h.i.+t.”

”I know, right?” His wry smile faded. ”But I don't want you to feel pressured to share a bed with me, Eva. There is no magic pill. I can sleep on the couch or I can go home, although of the two choices I'd prefer the couch. My whole day is better after getting ready for work with you.”

”For me, too.”

Reaching over, Gideon caught my hand and lifted it to his lips. ”I never imagined I could have this...Someone in my life who knows what you do about me. Someone who could talk about my f**k-ups over dinner because they accept me anyway...I'm grateful for you, Eva.”

My heart twisted with a sweet pain in my chest. He could say such beautiful things, the perfect things.

”I feel the same way about you, ace.” Deeper, maybe, because I loved him. But I didn't say that aloud. He'd get there someday. I wasn't going to give up until he was absolutely, irrevocably mine.

With his bare feet propped on the coffee table and his computer on his lap, Gideon looked so at home and relaxed that he kept distracting me from my television shows.

How did we get here? I asked myself. This extravagantly s.e.xy man and me?

”You're staring,” he murmured, his gaze on his laptop screen.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

”Is that a s.e.xual suggestion, Miss Tramell?”

”How do you see me while staring at whatever you're working on?”

He looked up then and caught my gaze. His blue eyes blazed with power and heat. ”I've always seen you, angel. From the moment you found me, I've seen nothing but you.”

Wednesday started with Gideon's c**k pus.h.i.+ng into me from behind, my new favorite way to wake up.