Chapter 51

Her feet refused to move. Her muscles denied her any freedom at all. All she was capable of was standing there, suffused with the desire permeating the room. She didn’t even want to blink for fear of missing something.

Gideon shifted his attention to Jesse’s upper-thighs, and the red wax reflected the overhead light. It reminded her of blood. It must have reminded Gideon of blood as well, because he seemed utterly fascinated by the patterns he was creating with each casual flick of his wrist. They were silent except for Jesse’s harsh breathing, until he howled without warning.

“Oh, fuck, Gideon.”

The air was so thick that she couldn’t breathe, and she inched forward, pressing her breasts to the door jamb. It put pressure on her taut nipples at the same time, and she moved in small fractions to create suddenly needed friction.