Page 44 of Hollow Code
Before her hand could connect with the door, it opened.
Gideon stood on the other side with his hand still on the knob. His gaze locked with hers and the sensation of being on a rollercoaster made her sway. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her across the threshold, and kicked the door shut behind her. Her back hit the wall, and his mouth found hers before the sound of the latch had finished echoing off the concrete.
His tongue parted her lips like a missile seeking its target. Fisting her hair with one hand, the other slid under her shirt, pulling her tighter against his body. When she’d turned to knock on his door, she expected a conversation. She anticipated telling him that she understood that life was uncertain and what happened in the bunker might not be forever and she was okay with that.
But that it didn't change how she felt.
Now that she had his attention, she wasn't about to stop. She wanted him and she made no apologies about that. She wanted to believe she could handle him walking away when the mission was over.
But believing something and it being true were two totally different things.
He broke off the kiss. His breathing ragged, his gaze burned into hers. "I'm sorry I left you out there."
"It was a little soul crushing."
"Is this what you want?" He traced her jaw. "Because if it's not?—"
She grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands, turned his body, and shoved him against the wall. "I want this," she whispered. "I want you." She'd deal with the consequences later.
He kissed her again, deeper, hungrier, like the apology had lit a fuse. His stubble tickled her skin, but the way he touched her made her body come alive. Her nipples tightened. Her clit pulsed. She desired him in ways she’d never imagined.
She tugged at his shirt, the fabric bunching under her fists. He tasted like beer, and her head swam. He pressed back against the wall, and the thud of her own heartbeat drowned out every other sound. His hand slid to her jaw, then down over her throat, stopping there for a shivering second.
He hauled her leg up his hip wrapped it tightly around him. The shift made her shirt ride up. Cool air hit her stomach. His fingers danced over her waist and dipped under the elastic of her shorts.
He traced her lips with his tongue and then dragged down her chin to her throat. At first, he kissed her softly, then sucked on the spot right under her earlobe.
"Oh, God, yes."
He slipped his hand between her legs, and she met him there, shameless, rolling into his palm.
"You’re shaking," he murmured against her skin.
"Make it worse." She guided his fingers exactly where she wanted them—his slow pressure somehow careful and devastating at the same time. Her head knocked against the wall, and she bit down on her lower lip, trying desperately to control the moans growling from deep inside her throat.
"This is in the way," he said, pulling at the hem of her shirt.
She yanked it over her head, but it got stuck on her elbow.
"Let me help." He laughed against her throat, the sound so rough it burned. He tugged the sleeve trapping her arm, his knuckles skimming her ribs. The brush of his fingers against the edge of her bra made her breath hitch. He glanced down, licking his lips, before covering her nipple, teasing her through the lace.
"Bra off."
He popped the clasp as if he'd been practicing in his spare time. The straps slid down her arms, a whisper of fabric that left her suddenly bare. He leaned back and stared at her. Devoured her without a single touch.
She held her breath, his gaze burning a path a cross her skin. The physical part was supposed to be easy to walk away from. But standing there, under the spell of his attention, dawning realization prickled along the nape of her neck. If he chose to leave the bunker, she might have to learn to pretend she was fine without him because Gideon wasn't someone she'd easily get over.
Gently, he cupped her breast, and she arched into his palm. "Please."
He took one tight peak into his mouth. and she threaded her fingers into his hair, holding on as his tongue swirled over her nipple. "Oh, God." She rolled her hips as his finger glided across her clit in tender circles before diving inside her.
It was as if he knew exactly what she wanted before she had to guide him there. She'd once had a lover tell her she was too demanding. Too controlling. It had been the reason he'd broken up with her, though she hadn’t understood why until later.
However, it hadn’t changed anything. If she couldn't express what worked, then the relationship was doomed, anyway.
She gasped, her knees going loose as he continued to tease her. He caught her weight with his thigh and pinned her where she stood.
Tracing a path with his tongue, he lowered himself.
